Yesterday was horrible. All I did was cry and think about you. All I want is for you to come back, I miss you so much, it's killing me. Why'd God have to take you from me, why did the Death Eaters have to kill you?! We didn't even get to say goodbye, and I'd do anything to go back in time and stop you from being killed.
Ron's started to help me with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. A lot of people have been saying how glad they are that the shop's opened up again after seven months...I've never told them, and they've never asked why I closed it. I'm not sure if they know or not, the Daily Prophet might've put something in there about the deaths of the War. I don't read it anymore, so I don't know...
I've started eating again, but not much. Mum made me eat a whole bowl of her stew...I felt sick after it though.
I'm going to stop here mate. I don't even know why I write these...I know I'm not going to get a reply...