The past couple of weeks passed in such a blur. There wasn't a single day that I wasn't busy and didn't have something to do, I was up and about every day. Only now have I finally some time to myself, but it's the first time in weeks that I wish I was speaking with someone else. I've been yearning for a solid moment alone and now that I have it, I simply cannot savor it. I feel as if I've made such a tremendous mistake, lashing out at Arthur in the Inn earlier today.
And it isn't like I meant to, of course. Only that he was insinuating such things about Fenley and I simply couldn't stand it anymore. Had I known that Belfry would get upset with me over it, well, I don't know if I would have said anything at all. She seemed entirely through with me, from what I could tell, and I don't know how to make such a thing better. I tried to, when Fenley went outside, but I feel as if I only made it worse.
I only talked to Fenley about it a little when we returned to the Inn. I was too upset to really discuss it with him, though he tried his best to help make me feel better. I know that I shouldn't be as distraught over it like I am. Perhaps I'll sleep on it and try to think about it some more in the morning, and about what I should do about it.
