*The writing upon the first page of the journal is sprawling and almost child-like in appearance. The spelling is poor, the grammar worse.* Direy entree one. Don't know what to rite to be onest. was told I shood put wat i feel. Strange. I dont rite much. never seen eney point. i'm in pane I guess. Ribs hert, leg herts. hole body herts. Got too old for this. think I need too *several attempts to spell the next word are crossed out* tor-tar-talk to Goddefrid abowt *again, an attempt to spell a word is crossed out, replaced with another* resig-quiting my post as a front-liner. i'll go tell him I think I shud just teach the yunglings ther fiteing skills. Girl just warked by me sed I'm riteing all rong. i gess it dont look that good. maybee Flannery was rite. Maybee I do need too lern how too spell proper. Mite ask her next tym i see her. gonna go get sum sleep. ribs hert too much too keep riteing. Thorvall Horsemane
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