Not talking to James or Peter.
Tolerating Sirius. At first I didn't think I'd be able to talk to him, but he's obviously angry at James and Peter too.
What's Peter on about, anyway? I don't look anything like Sirius's girlfriend. She doesn't look anything like me.
Ex-girlfriend, I should say.
They broke up.
That's mean. I don't even know if it's true. We're talking – me and Sirius – but not about anything that has to do with…well, anything.
He just said – like an aside – "Oh, I broke up with Meg."
Like it wasn't a big deal.
It's not a big deal.
I don't care about Sirius and
I don't sodding care.
I need to see Catrin. I wish
I don't know
I can't write about this stuff.
What I want
It's not important.
I shouldn't write about this stuff, but if I don't, all these stupid thoughts will be crashing around in my head. I need to get them out. I can't talk. I don't know what to do.
I need to shag Catrin. That'll get me sorted.