Fourth and Fifth Day, Entry 6

Fifth Day, Entry 6

Yesterday was one huge clusterfuck. So I didn't get to write about it yesterday, I was too exhausted to do write anything yesterday. I just fell alseep.

 

I would write about it, but I'm to tired to remember it. At least I got some work at the docks done. Got some work done this morning, too.

 

After that, I found a sturdy stick and thought it would make a good weapon. I heard there was another adventure down at the mines to clear up those cockatrices. It was a fairly decent weapon.

 

But I feel unaccomplished. Like I could've done more down there.

 

I know this is going to sound silly of me, but no one bothered to take any notice of me.

I just feel bad. Like I'm going unnoticed.

Am I a bad person? Am I pandering for attention?

I wasn't trying to.

The only one who seemed to take notice of me was the Cap'n. But I think he just pitied me.

I don't want pitied. I want to make myself useful.

 

What good am I if I'm not contributing to the town in some way?

I should've tried harder.

I should've done something more!

 

Bah! This is pointless! This is just a load of complaining and whining. And THAT has never helped me in the past.

Time to man the fuck, and-

[there appears to be an ink blot staining the page]

FUCK! THESE! GAY! HOOVES!

Fuck this, I'm going back to the inn for a drink.