InsaneJournal

005 - In Which Penny Gets Mad
[Charmed against Dark Aligned People]


I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be or that something's wrong with me because I am angry. I am not a happy camper and while I’m hardly confrontational I feel a need to express my general disillusionment here. Heaven knows I’ve held my tongue long enough! I am angry that people write in their journals about meaningless happy times when people are being killed because of who their parents are or who they align themselves with. I’ve come to the conclusion that some people have lost sight of what is going on in the world around them. They are so clouded by drugs and booze that they wouldn’t know that the sky is blue if you told them.  We’re allowing ourselves to accept this half-life or a world of injustice. I will never accept this world. I don’t see how so many of you have let this occur.

 I will never be happy hiding.  I will not be content until I can be out in the world again and walk hand in hand with Percy.  I will not give up until I can see my family again.

The world for me is larger than this box of a room.  I haven’t spoken to my parents over half a year because I had to send them to safety.  I hardly see my husband because he’s sacrificing for you all.  Do you think he’s happy being a Ministry stooge?  Do you think he gets a rise out of being away from his family and loved ones?  Do you think he loves laughing at the mindless Muggleborn jokes over coffee when his own wife is one? My husband is doing something and if I could do the same I’d be out there doing something worth while as well.   We are in a war.  We’ve allowed it to stagnate and I can’t take much more of it.  I cannot spend another month of my life stagnate and waiting for change.  We’ve been gathering intelligence for months and what have we done other than twiddle our thumbs?

Oh that’s right! We’ve read about the drunken escapades of the Weird Sisters;  We’ve allowed Umbridge to infest Hogwarts with her bigotry and cut off children from their families.  Excuse my language but what the hell are we doing? I mean really. What are we doing?  I’m sick of cooking and reading books. I’m so tired of it all.  I’m burnt out and I just … I need out. Even the Outdoor room can’t help me now.