“After awhile, you learn that you don’t need anyone else to survive. No one is ever going to always be there no matter what they promise you. You just gotta suck it up and accept it.”
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken — And I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
I think that J.K. Rowling should go back & write a book about Voldemort’s childhood, all the way up to the moment he met Harry.