Under a loose floorboard, in his cottage in Hogsmeade, lives the journal of Finnigan Tatupu. It is a thick, leather bound book, filled with tales of his family, and his own adventures. Dare you read on?
Dear Journal,
It's been seven months to the day since Faith left me. I guess I don't feel so sorry for my self any longer. I guess I druther better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. I am still alone. I am still lonely. My brother doesn't talk to me, nobody does without mocking me... I wish life were easier and things would go more smoothly for me. I think continuing to write in this journal will help me see what my priorities are, as well as what the hell is going on in my head. I think I'm slowly going crazy. I think everyone does. I think people die when they can no longer become more insane if that is indeed possible. Maybe I'm crazy.... My mother wrote and told me that I have a little brother coming along... I'm so excited. Perhaps I will teach him to play sports... I sure hope he's a better person than I am...
Sincerely
Finn
Dear Journal,
I feel like you are the only one who understands me any more. My own family doesn't get me anymore. I think I shouldn't be talking to a book, but whatever. I hate everyone at this point in time. Milo is too involved in whatever the hell he's doing. Apparently I don't matter any longer... Maybe I don't exist. What if I'm just part of someone's dream... What if everything exists solely for me... What if everything is everything else... I am as much a part of you as you are of me...
I think I'm crazy... Maybe that's why nobody cares about me... I thought Milo and I would have a brotherly relationship... I guess that's out the window. I suppose nobody likes me because I think differently...
Sincerely,
Finnigan R. Tatupu
Dear Journal,
I wonder if my brother is a ghost... I really wonder if ghosts are something people who can't let go of someone make up. I think I should go visit my brother's grave...
I talked with Flame today... That one has a LOT of problems. Getting involved in politics makes for a faster death. As I have previously stated, I think that death comes from insanity. I think she'd be lucky to see 25... I think she wishes she had never gotten involved with that kind of stuff... I'm so glad I haven't gotten involved with anyone.
My little sister said her first words the other day... I wonder what it's like not to know how to speak or what words mean. She said, "I love you." I wonder if she knows the significance of those words... My house is a mess and I don't really want to clean it... I'm nearly out of excuses however... My essay is nearly finished, I need only to write a conclusion.
I wonder what my little sister and brother will be like... My little brother isn't even born yet... I wonder what Mom and Rob will name him... I hope it's something cool. Not something stupid or something that he will get teased about... I wish I were younger so I could protect them from kids their own age. I don't think they know what an awful place this world is. War, starvation, and broken hearts. If only they knew... I think that has something to do with the innocence of childhood... I wish I was naive like my siblings again... I hate knowing everything I know. Once one learns everything that is important, one starts filling their head with trivial knowledge that doesn't really matter.
I hope I never get to that point.
Sincerely,
Finnigan R. Tatupu