My whole life has been a never ending circle of well... feeling as though I was hidden away from something somewhere, somehow. I only just got around to writing again because well May for me is hard. The hardest of all months.

When I was a child I was hidden by various people, my Mother, my Uncle, Dumbledore, Professors, House elves, ghosts and trees.

Perhaps I should have hidden myself but I made friends, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Slytherins.

The reasons may have changed as I grew up but people always sheltered me.

I sometimes get annoyed by this because I know that I can and could even then make my own decisions but people felt like they wanted to make them for me. There are places I want to go back to, people I want to go back to but never will. What scares me most is that some people were just an act. That I can never really go back.

I hope you all understand why I find this hard.