I am so blissfully illogical.
I don't know if I want to be happy, or if I just want someone to let me cry.
I don't know if I want to run away, or be given a reason to stay here forever.
I want something, but I'm just not sure what...
Amoryl was talking about going north, as a traveling bard or the like... somehow, I feel it in me, that it will never go to pass. But... if she does... maybe. Maybe I will.
I want a reason to do something... I want a purpose... I want to be happy, I want to make people happy... I want someone to bother trying to make me happy and I know that's so terribly wrong, it really is, I shouldn't want that and it's selfish...
Sometimes I miss living with animals.
