Tuesday, January 7, 19~~

I called my sister and told her what happened and we fought. I don’t want to be told what to do, it’s more complicated than that! I’ve been so tired of her preaching. Of everyone’s control and anger and rudeness. I told her I want more out of life than to be some poor bakers wife. Why did I say that? How cruel. Now I sit in my room and think. And overthink. I’m numb, I feel nothing. I don’t even want to see the children. The only being I’ve interacted with these past few days are the cat. I’ve decided what I want to call him - Major Green Bean. He’s a true warrior, and a true friend.

Elinor Penvyllyn