Hey reader. I went to the tournament. Dude. I ran at people and got whacked, hard. Drake won post humously. Don't think I spelled that right but you get it right? There was a fighter who Drake saved his life at Spring war, and he played as Drake by proxy. I cried, sobbed. Had to hide because I was afraid everyone would see. A lot of people hugged me. I won 2 awards for making hoods and that made me cry as well.
It was a good day. Even if I cried. Because Drake loved it when I would play. Loved it when I would be social and not sit away from everyone. And today I talked to a lot of people. I was not a social butterfly but damn close.
He would be proud of me. Even when I cried. Because he was just that guy.
Right now scalloped potatoes are in the oven. They smell good but it's another around 30 minutes before they will be done. Which is fine.
I dreamed again and it was odd but alright. Hiking with a wizard and we are picking berries and joking about Katniss and berries and then we turned into human flashlights. Yes. Like our mouths opened and light came out and it was so different I woke up. Strange but beats bad dreams.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day, another opportunity to be the woman I should be.
All the love,
S
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