Dearest Diary,
We have entered the month in which my birthday happens to fall. And in a little over a fortnight, I shall be thirty-two years of age. By so many standards, my maidenhood is not so aged that it's appalling that I am yet unmarried. But outside of such schools, I am starting to feel the strain of independence quite heavily. I am certain however that things are beginning to change. When one begins to take hold of one's situation, it is imperative that changes will take place in some form or another. I have mentioned previously the changes I see in my figure, and such improvement continues to persist. I have spent a great deal of time in the company of friends recently and it is that companionship that I have missed dearly until now.
Mr. Voldemort and Mr. Friendly continue to add variety to my conversations and I shall look forward to more such conversation on the morrow...
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