Dominique.

( Private to Self )

( Private to Daisy )

( Private to Scorpius )

I've been a bit absent, but now, I feel fine, now. I'm so glad I didn't go to the dance. Seemed a bit boring, honestly! But, maybe next one'll be better and I'll actually consider attending!

And ah, yes, the Quidditch match. Lovely. Gryffindor, do try to step it up. Slytherin would like a challenge.

[Private, messily written completely in french]

Why the FUCK? Mon dieu, at least I had the fact that I was a better spellcaster than Victoire, and now, I don't even have THAT. What's wrong with me? Why can't I do anything right? Was I born to be a screw-up, an idiot, a complete and utter failure??? I don't understand! Louis is amazing and artistic and Victoire and is beautiful, and smart, and atheletic. Rose is all confident and Fred is all popular and Al's...er...well, he's smart or whatever...I'm just...

UGH. 

nothing.

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I don't feel so well today. Sort of light-headed. I hate everything

[Private] 
Breakfast
an apple, a glass of water.
Lunch:
nothing.
Dinner:
three stalks of broccoli and a glass of water.

So, why do I feel so bloody full?!  I feel bloated, and gross, and MAYBE I COULD GET SOME FUCKING PEACE IF FUCKING VICTOIRE WOULD STOP WRITING ME. She's so conceited! All she writes about is how much she loves Teddy, and wanting a fucking baby, and being fucking amazing. That bitch.

Maybe I should cut back a bit more. Maybe just one meal a day. I don't know; I'm just so tired.
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Tomorrow Slytherin has try-outs, and I'm so ready. Everyone else trying out for chaser can fight for the last two spots because I'm so in. I hope. Some might say I'm too confident, but confidence is key, and most people don't know that. I do.

( je veux ton amour et je veux ton revenge. )