Current mood:

overwhelmed

Give a thousand monkeys a thousand typewriters... and they probbaly still couldn't come up with what's been going on in my life.

I don't even know where to start. I haven't been writing because- well- I don't really know. I guess I've been keeping everything to myself. It's weird. Not telling someone people what happened on a day by day basis.

Plus I've had secrets to keep. Which doesn't help the whole sharing thing along. But I guess I'm kinda done with that now. Unless any of you are still interested in hunting Richy down. Honestly, I couldn't even help you find him. I have no idea where he is. They don't have him any more though. Which is good. I guess... maybe I should start further back. Talking things out is healthy right? And since there's nobody here to talk to right now... I can write.



So. I moved back into my house a couple of weeks ago. A while back before Christmas. I needed to stop relying on Wolf. I know she'll always be there for me, and I know I'm not a burden but... some things you just gotta learn right? I figure independence is right up there. Even if it is a while too late to help. I guess I had a few mistakes to make, probably still do.

So. These mistakes... I met this... Do you guys know... This winter's been really cold and... I can't do this.

I can't sum up what's happened in the past few weeks. Or maybe I can. Maybe it would be easier if I did. It's the details that are difficult. Making people understand why. He'll never understand. I just.... This is what happened.

I moved out by myself.
I got very drunk and apparated to see Futch, accidentally taking Richy with me.
I took full time hours at Zonko's.
I met this guy called Zeke and his dog, Kamila.
I spent a lot of time with Richy and Zeke, separately.
I introduced Zeke to my spare bedroom for a few nights, since accomodation is sparse.
I bumped into Futch in Hogsmeade.
It wasn't a happy reunion.
Richy's shop exploded and disappeared in the middle of the night.
I told you accomodation was sparse.
Richy disappeared too.
A ministry official dropped Rosie off at my door since I'm her godmother and Mrs. McGowan has her hands full.
I tried my hand at looking after a three year old.
I'm not so good at it.
Zeke and Rosie had... an altercation.
Nikolai hatched a plan.
We rescued Richy on Christmas Eve.
There was a lot of blood.
Rosie went back to her grandmother's.
I think Richy is on the run.
He managed to run into Zeke.
With his fist.
There was a fight.
I had to clean blood off my doorstep.
Zeke seems to be okay.
Richy did too.
But he hadn't been sleeping.
He caught up on his sleep in my spare room.
For three days without waking.
Then left, mad at me.
Futch came over to talk.
I don't know what to do.
I never know what to do.
I'm not very good at guessing.