Raevenhart

I meant to write this recently but I have forgotten to. Anyways, despite of a certain person, a few days ago, I had met up with Bryn and Conrob again while I was speaking to Steven! How long had I seen them last? Well... Formally without having  something happening like what happened to Aallan the other day at the Boar Fountain. It definitely had been way too long. It was definitely a relief to see their faces again.

    How many people in my life would I lose one way or another? Am I just not fit to have people around me besides those that I can actually trust and work with?

Where, oh, where would I begin with this journal? Hell, it's been such a long time since I have written in it at all! Things both bad and good had been happening and it had been all in some sort of blur more or less.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

Seems I've spent too often, in recent months, shedding tears and willingly letting my mind shatter, for what was never anything else other than a dead end. Oh, how could I be so foolish. I was better than this. I am better than this. So why am I crying right now? Where is there still tears lining my bruised cheeks.

((OOC note: I'll be adding a few lyrics from a song solely to how Dryn would have thought of the events and a tad bit of entertainment. Kudos to you who know the song))

There's too many men, too many people

Making too many problems....

#502: DEATH OF HARHANAR

Time of day: 
Evening

What the hell is wrong with me?  I should never have left the happy group like this.  Then again, Dryn gets a new haircut, Bryn and Conrob return from their getaway, Raven and Ithy are getting married, and all I can think about is how the father who left me to rot in jail as a young boy is known to those he meets as a hero.