Some days, I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. I'm sick of smiling and putting on a brave face all of the time. Every time somebody tells me that it'll all work out, I have to resist the urge to shout at them, to tell them to shut up. Because it isn't going to be okay.
Nothing is okay and things don't seem as though they're going to get better any time soon. I'm sick of fighting and of trying to hold my head high when I get torn down for doing absolutely nothing to deserve it. Not just because I'm a Muggleborn either, before anybody thinks that's the only thing I think about. But because I'm the nice one, the unassuming one who is seemingly okay with you walking all over him because you know he won't argue back. I might not oppose you outright or kick up a fuss, but that doesn't give anybody permission to assume that they know me.
That's right. The ever-optimistic Theodore Julian Boot isn't the optimist you all think you know. I'm just better at hiding my pessimism than you all give me credit for.
( Warded to Lily )( Warded to Michael & Hyperion )( Warded to Elizabeth )