||[Sep. 24th, 2004|02:13 am]
I feel as though I have been living in a fog. I'm not sure for how long, now - can it possibly have been years? Since school, at least. My mind has been befuddled, bound, perhaps by ridiculous notions and foolishness. And now, at last, I am free. Or should I say free again? For once I knew where things stood. Perhaps it was only my own fear that put me on such a dismal, mundane path. I believe that must be the explanation. I have acted wrongly; fear should never bind a Malfoy.
Mother, my deepest apologies. I only hope I can make up to you what has been lost. You have been and always will be the symbol of everything a Malfoy strives for. Father, I can only thank you, for having patience with me, and helping me again see the way things should be.