Trapped. That's all I am anymore... I'm so tired of this place, it smells like the Inn when it gets stuffy and busy, I don't think this place has ever been deeply cleaned, it still smells like wolves and it's annoying me... Ms. Brandi showed back up, obviously, she's annoying me by telling me to stop moving around so much, but I get why... I was an idiot who ran into a burning building to save a stranger... Why did I do that? Because, that's what Mr. Kris would probably do and I wanted to do something that was actually good instead of sit around all the time, and by doing that I broke my leg, yay me...
I feel trapped, trapped inside my own head, trapped inside this prison with no way out and no one to save me... I just want out but I told Ms. Brandi I wouldn't leave at least until my leg is fully healed so she can keep an eye on me, but I'm so tired of sitting around here all the time... I haven't been to the graveyard in over two weeks and it's killing me, everything about this is killing me... I've almost run out of paper in my sketchbook and I'm out of things to draw because I can't leave to go find somewhere or something to draw like I normally do, I ride until I see something interesting... I can't leave to make sure none of my hideouts have been overrun with bears or something, I can't leave for anything...
I know they are just trying to do what's best for me, but honestly keeping me locked up in here isn't what's best for me, me being able to be outside is what's best for me...
I miss my friends at the Inn, I miss people-watching around Bree, I miss the farm, I miss feeling like nothing matters or even exists when I'm riding, I miss just being able to go wherever I want to and whenever I want to...
I miss seeing my mom...
