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.