The middle Potter child gripped his father’s hand as the train rolled up and loitered behind as his brother and cousins all tore away from their family and made for the steaming machine like bullets. Tugging his father down to his knees, Albus Severus bit his lip. His father waited while his son…
Lately I’ve been worrying that I love him in a way that is more about needing him to save me than wanting to be a friend to him. I can’t keep doing this. But oh, I like the way he feels. Tonight at campfire, I curled up in blankets next to some of the other counselors. They were warm and sturdy, but I still wished he was there. I always do when he isn’t around.
I wrote him a letter. He says we need to have a heart-to-heart. And he told me that I remind him of his old girlfriend. I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Why do I always need people more than they do me? At least that’s how it feels. He went away this weekend, and that made me sad. It’s our last weekend together before camp ends. I was reminded of all the times I’ve felt abandoned by people who I desperately wanted to notice me. And I cried before he left, but I couldn’t tell him why. I want to try, though.
fun prank: teach girls from an early age that their entire worth lays in how pretty they are, then make fun of them for being “”“superficial”“”