Day One. Let's consider it day one, even though it's not the first day I am writing in my diary.
Things have been quite bad for me. I feel like I am in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I don't know if it was a good decision to come back to this forsaken land. Bree was never my home, and never will be. I feel it, I know it. I am here because there is nowhere else to go. I have no family, no relatives, I am all by myself. I do feel lonely sometimes, but it passes, the feeling of loneliness fades away as soon as I start writing. When I write - I am out of reality, I am out of this world. I am drowning in my thoughts all the time. It's a good alternative, maybe just for me.
I am in the inn. the Prancing Pony, why again? Because I have nowhere to go. I sit at the desk, I drink my tea, really cold tea. Wait. Have I been sleeping? No, I haven't, I don't get much sleep these days. I was drowning again. Again. And again. I hear the voice. It's Nanthon, My friend, I guess. One of the only friends I have. I immediately closed my diary so I can concentrate on talking to him. I do talk. Only when the diary is closed. As we finish, I open the diary again. And again, I am out of the reality. It can seem like I am depressed, but I am not. Or am I? Something changed about me. The way I look at people. The way I look at places. The way I feel. I am not myself.
