I'm not sure what happened, really. I mean, things were a lot less complicated before I had my whole... adventure. I picked a few pockets, played victim and cried fake tears for muggings, stole food and drink, even held a dagger and threatened to kill people myself when I got old enough.
So it's weird. Really, really weird. I don't know, maybe I'm going crazy? I mean, I'm having this big, deep conversation to myself when I should be using these late night and early morning hours to sleep.
I can't sleep, though. I keep thinking about them, about him, about that place and those people and what they'd think if they actually knew anything about me.
I wish I really was Nia. I do. I wish I was some traveller from some place I heard about one time trying to get home, get as far away from Bree-land as possible and never look back... but I also want to go back.
I want to go back to the Shire and never leave. Never have to worry about my old life again. Never be hungry or cold or alone.
I think that's what hurts most, being alone.
