Well now, look at me.
Taking time to write in my journal!
Blast it Mablyn, why do you have to let out your pain?
Apparently, even I have a heart.
I thought, it was lost years back.
My memories return to the alley, beggar's alley.
Pa could barely get us bread to eat.
Ma, died from a fever.
I miss her, but I don't miss Da.
He disowned me once, I had Harlyn.
Of course, I was separated from her.. never exactly got to raise the kid.
I was sixteen, now she has no Father, since the blasted man took advantage of me.
Life, is horrid.
But it's also like a game.
Play your cards right and you win.
Play them wrong, it's almost like you burned your finger in a roaring flame.
It hurts.
Luckily, I knew Hawk throughout childhood.
He was always there, we had our struggles and surprisingly the man is becoming a more faithful husband.
Who would have thought?
I suppose, I shouldn't be so hard on him.
After all he was always there.
I better stop ranting now, or I'll make myself sick.
