((OOC: While an in-character document, many things would be misspelled, and there would be no sense of written grammar. However, for readability, this is properly written.))
I'm covered in bruises right now.
I keep laying there and looking up at the stars and remembering the way they shined so hard in the east.
The desire to run off isn't getting any weaker, but I feel like I'm bound here by something. Someone. Multiple someones, as it were.
Amoryl may teach me to read sheet music, and I might try to teach her the songs I grew up hearing. It makes me nervous. It also makes me nervous that it's getting harder and harder to hide the fact that I can only half read. I'm going to have to fix that, aren't I?
I met this male. He's infuriating. I like him.
To make note of:
- Haradrim are afraid of frogs.
- If I say I look like a sheep, Amoryl will not grasp the severity of the issue.
- People with red hair are evil.
