Isn't this a merry little reunion.

( //Private to Severus - easily hackable// )

Even in death, he haunts me here. If he is here, then why should I be spared of any other torment? I will steel myself for the worst... as it has likely yet to come.

In other news... I see what they're doing. They're trying to make everyone resort to cannibalism.

Well played, sirs.

... but I must also hate myself, because I seem to be shacking up with an utter fucking lunatic.

It's preferable to being alone, but I must say, I'm starting to wonder if psychosis is catching.

I'm cold and hungry, and I want to make someone pay dearly for this.

UPDATE:

"Purgatorium."

Pur. Guh. Tor. Ee. Um.

I am there, apparently. Wherever it happens to be.

I have been trying very hard to get over my wrathful thoughts.
The world is not. making. it. easy.

Today I awoke in a filthy alleyway that makes Knockturn Alley look like an aristocrat's paradise. I have no money, no identification, and, evidently, no magic. And, just to slather the icing on the proverbial cake, I am completely alone. There is no sign of life around me whatsoever. This place is utterly devoid of life. Lifeless, as it were. Empty.

I always thought that would be very nice, but by God, I am bored.

If this is supposed to be hell, the Christian religion has a lot of explaining to do.

So, after I glowered at the wall for a bit, I decided to wander into a nearby building. Maybe it's not the greatest idea to be breaking and entering when I'm already apparently in a load of trouble for that sort of thing, but give me a fucking break, will you? I'm alone here! Besides, the building was unlocked, and the door gave way easily. Although the walls sounded like they were ready to give way with it, so progressing as I did was probably not the most intelligent course of action.

All geniuses have their moments of stupidity. It's more than I can say about you.

There was a computer in there. And here am I! Stuck updating this worthless goddamn journal when I could be doing something productive, like throwing myself off a cliff.

I need a beer. I suppose those aren't allowed, either, so I'll just sit here and think about being drunk. Which isn't as glamorous as one might imagine, believe it or not.