Do we really?
There's so much to do, so much to think about all the time, and so much to look at, which cause us to think even more.
Sometimes dropping dead seems like a great option to head towards.
Missing my sisters plenty, wishing that Chloe will be back soon, I wonder if I'll die of missing them too much sometimes, and I wonder what will happen if we part, start leaving our separate lives. I mean we are already living our separate lives, but we still have one place to come back to, identical reasons that we care for. What if priorities start changing.
I guess we'll get used to it, But do I actually want to get used to it.
Getting used to it.
Started watching previous Harry Potter movies, and I remember the days I spent devouring Order of Pheonix and Half-blood Prince (mother fuckers who borrowed my books and never returned them, I find out you're screwed.)
And it's rather funny how everything was so exciting so full of emotions and new things. But now, I'm used to dementors, used to nargels, used to explosion without them wizards uttering a word.
What happened, since when were they able to do spells without saying words?
I remember being amazed at how they portrayed dementors in Prisoner of Azkaban, but now, the'yre just that.
Why did I get used to it. The human brain is that easy to condition. So if I continued to live my potter world for the next 5 months, living like one and being absorbed, would I actually "become" a witch? Would I believe myself to be a witch?
I wouldn't mind that actually, leaving in that fantastic realm where invisibility cloaks existed, and we could turn into black smoke if we were evel and white, light smoke if I were a Hermoine.
