November 5th, 1882
It has been a while since writing felt okay to do.
I have been at a loss for words since my mother ended her life.
Within the week of my brothers being drafted, my whole world tumbled and fell and here I am pretending and living in that same hell, week after week.
My mother killed herself, my sister ran away my brothers were drafted. I haven't heard from my brothers so who knows if they are alive or if a letter can even be sent out in the middle of a war. I am stuck trying to take care of the house and find my sister who is most likely dead or abandoned by that stupid man.
I want a break, but a break does not want me.
Goodnight.
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The Journal Of Martlina 1882
FantasyThe Journal of a young woman living in 1882, when writing and reading were just granted to women. When a man runs the world and a woman just lives in it. A story about finding love, war, and balance just to survive.
