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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
boxfullofwishes' InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, May 31st, 2009 | |
| 11:04 pm | Such a pretty cage. I wonder what I have to do to get a cracker. |
| Saturday, May 9th, 2009 | |
| 9:02 pm | Call me melancholy but I miss my friends today. |
| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009 | |
| 6:42 pm | Contemplating concepts of love and freedom are infinitely more interesting than making dinner. But it's my turn to cook so I should probably get started. |
| Friday, April 10th, 2009 | |
| 8:44 pm | Ms. Turpin, I think there's something wrong with the sink... And on to other thoughts... Are feelings public domain or private property? And if they are private property does that mean that those of us who aren't allowed property can't feel? |
| Monday, March 23rd, 2009 | |
| 6:35 pm | Must be too long in Azkaban and too many things that seemed good in my life going to hell. But something about this story in the Prophet seems too good to be true. |
| Friday, March 6th, 2009 | |
| 9:59 pm | The world turns 'round and we're stationary. Unmoving. Unmoved. We focus on the "big picture" and lose sight of what's in front of us. We can't see anyway because vision is clouded by either tears or ego. So we stand. Alone. In a world full of people afraid to stand for anything, even themselves. |
| Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 | |
| 1:47 pm | Ms. Turpin is watching me write this... I'm so sorry, somehow this is all my fault. I know it is. |
| Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 | |
| 5:16 pm | Ms. Turpin? Are you around? |
| Saturday, February 14th, 2009 | |
| 11:03 am | First off, I need to apologise for my actions yesterday. I struggle with my temper and though it's gotten much, much better over the years there are times when I slip and say things I shouldn't. That said, I am sorry Professor Snape, for the things I said yesterday. They were rash and spoken without truly thinking about them. As in all things, I bow to the experience and knowledge of my betters. I have been reminded of my place and I am sincerely sorry. Second, today is Valentine's Day. I hope that everyone gets to spend it with the people they love most. And if circumstances forbid that I hope that they're able to keep those they love close in their hearts. |
| Friday, February 13th, 2009 | |
| 1:02 am | I wonder sometimes if it's human nature to want physical contact with other people or simply hormones. Or are they essentially the same thing? |
| Saturday, February 7th, 2009 | |
| 10:13 pm | Hexed Private to Victoria's friends by Lisa an hour later The word for the day is grateful. The emotion is regret. |
| Monday, February 2nd, 2009 | |
| 12:10 am | The best gift in the world is the gift of friendship... |
| Monday, January 26th, 2009 | |
| 9:19 pm | Hey, Greg? |
| Saturday, January 24th, 2009 | |
| 11:17 pm | Lisa? Are you around? |
| Thursday, January 22nd, 2009 | |
| 11:49 am | At what point does a person actually become unrecognizable? Physically, I'm not much different from the Vicky that people knew back in school, especially now that I have hair again. Emotionally, psychically, I'm nowhere near the same person. Though, I can't say how much of that is due to real change and how much is due to circumstance. I want to remember what it's like to love someone who is still alive I want my nan |
| Wednesday, January 14th, 2009 | |
| 5:46 pm | I dreamt last night that I was back in that place. The air was opressive with dirt and fear and the smells of excrement. It was icy from the wind and the constant threat of the dementors that roamed the cells. Then I woke up to sunshine and the smell of clean sheets and I went to work. |
| Sunday, January 4th, 2009 | |
| 11:21 am |
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| Monday, December 8th, 2008 | |
| 8:59 pm | 02 My head itches. Though for the first time in five years it isn't because of vermin. My hair is starting to grow back and it itches like the dickens. And I feel like I can't bathe enough. Lisa probably thinks me mad for bathing as often as I have since I came to her house. It feels weird to be out but not be free. |
| Saturday, November 29th, 2008 | |
| 9:04 pm | |
| Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 | |
| 6:27 pm | 01 This arrived with my meal today. I can only take it to mean that they've decided that I'm a "good girl" today. Funny thing is, I've forgotten what being a girl means, good or otherwise. I seem to have lost track of myself as anything more than a container. A flesh and bone box. I've had a song stuck in my head. Some days I'm thankful that my nan encouraged me to love music and stories, the memories of both have kept me sane. But today it seems that Elvis Costello has wormed his way into my psyche. Veronica. I think that it was singing Elvis Costello's (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love and Understanding that got my hand broken last year. Now at least I always know when it's going to rain...I don't think it ever healed right. ....really though, what IS so funny 'bout peace love and understanding? |