.:[ STARMORY'S LOG ]:.
May 16th, 1832
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Just when I think the world has given me a break, it reminds me of how terrifyingly powerful & emotional it can be. It stabs me in the back.
Funny, isn't it, how Mother's think they have full control of their children, when really they are just tearing away pieces of their sanity. That is how I feel towards my family.
My father left me at an early age, & I came to recognize another as my Father figure. My Mother, disappointingly, stayed. My life is not perfect, nor is it one of a poor peasent.
Perhaps I am over dramatic, but sometimes I wish I could fly free for a few days. Disappear. No-one would be able to find me, & I could escape the burning stove of her words.
One day, I shall fly free as a Dragon with the love of my life, & we shall forget about trauma, make-believe or real.