A gently worn, book of dark pink dyed leather with silver edging and engraved with a large silver letter R. The journal is kept closed with a silver rose shaped clasp. A gull plume sticking out from midst it's pages. On the first page inside the text reads "Rosaline Emily Roision"
Everything is so loud now. It's like the fog that trapped my mind dulled my senses and now I just want to put my hands over my ears with every noise. So hard to figure out a normal life when everything makes me jump now. Only time in my life I was ever this timid was when I had to hide from da during his drunken rages. I don't like feeling this, helpless. I hope it passes soon. And I wish the nightmares would cease but even my stuffed owl, Caspian, can't hold them at bay. Not sleeping well has caused me to make several errors in judgment lately. I wish... So many things, that I can't even put them to words now.
Rosaline posted @ 09:11 -
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