End Over End

If I write in these can everybody see what I write? That's really weird. What's the point of having a journal if everyone can read? I may as well announce it on television to the Daily Prophet.

Hello, I am Tracey Davis. I was in Slytherin, but that was all the way back in 1997. So I guess that makes me really really old. Only I don't feel old. I still feel rather young. Like twenty or something. I always thought old people felt old. I would have asked Professor Dumbledore, but we never talked about that... or talked at all. Yeah.

Okay, so. What is there to do around here? Everything looks so... drab. I miss color. Especially the color purple. That's a fun color.

( My analyst told me that I was right out of my head )