I made it home for Forochel, it was a long ride. As I rode into Bree, I decided to stop by the Pony before I headed to my house. But there I found a friend, I like to call him Gigglio-Pants, had been beaten up while I was away. Though that's better than what I expected to have happened to him.
Then home, apparently the Captain had died. Another person to put on the death list. I think I should be sad at this point, but I guess I have gotten to the point that I don't care when people die. I don't feel anything anymore. It's a little bit scary to me, but I guess there is nothing I can do. Life's life, people die. Nothing you can do about it.
Though I did much worst earlier today. I helped Gigglio-pants kidnap an innocent man. Was weird. I haven't done that since I left Indignation. It felt almost natural at first, like a second nature thing. And it was real easy, the man wasn't even able to fight back. Not sure what who I am anymore, but I don't care at this point. I probably won't last very long anyway, not with my luck. I should be dead at this point, I've come so close many times in the past. I cannot explain how I am still breathing, still talking, still writing in this damn journal.
Oh well, I should get going. I need a drink. So I guess under the bed you go now. Until I get a hair up my ass to write in you again.
