Sample entry:

Ah. So. I'm back, and I apologise for being more than a little behind 
in this journal thing. All things considered, it slipped my mind for 
the longest time. (Because, really, who has time to update when you're 
too busy nursing wounded pride and bruises, shut up in your dorm, and 
refusing to talk to anyone?)

Obviously, I didn't, but McGonagall's uncanny ability to grab me by the 
ankles and drag me into the light of day is, well, actually, annoying. 
I was quite happy being oblivious to everything but my own personal 
angst. I don't want to read up on everyone else's. (And I certainly 
don't want to read up on how happy some people are. Though they deeply 
deserve to be happy. Hurts just a little too much, you know?)

I've lost count of the number of times I've hurt, well, everyone, but 
Justin especially. Half the time, it's really all I'm good for, and in 
spite of everything I've felt or am currently feeling, I am happy for 
him and Ernie.

I just wish....

Well. I don't suppose it matters what I wish.