Chapter 75

• Who knows? I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think I will ever find the ability to forgive him for it either, even if it was all in the Fates’ crazy masterplan.
• Maybe I’m trying to find a reason to justify all of this because I was always taught that the Fates are never wrong. They always have a purpose for everything they do, even if we can’t see it. Even leaving lonely little girls as unseen shadows in homes for unwanted, and then showing her a light of hope before crushing it in her face and throwing it far away.
• I don’t dwell for long. If I do, the bitterness, sadness, and anger will consume me and destroy my mood. Before the dark moves in, I have to move and find somewhere to settle tonight. I want daylight hours to set up my bed properly find leaves and dry grass to pad it first. It’s become a ritual daily to help keep me sane. One thing I’m finding is instrumental to my mental wellbeing is taking the time to make my camp comfortable and a little homely and have some downtime before dusk. I sleep better, which helps my overall emotional state.