-The writing is slow and slightly off, and water spots cover the parchment-
Why....why is it always me. I am young and inexperienced, but why must I always be alone. I seem to do nothing but hurt others and lose the few friends I have. Perhaps I am meant to be alone until death takes me. Though now I'm wishing death would come for me soon.
Morohir, my friend. I told a lie, betrayed your trust. Because of that lie, I have an aching in my soul that will not leave me. I vanished into the wild, thinking by doing that, I would be helping you somehow. Nothing but wishful thinking. Im a useless hobbit with no family, and now, no friends....
