It's been a while.
I don't know why I don't think about writing as much now. Maybe it's because I'm not carrying as heavy a load; when I stop to rest I actually have enough energy to do stuff besides move a quill around.
Does that mean I'm going to dump this journal somewhere, too? Definitely not in a library. Ponies don't need to see all this.
But maybe I do?
I don't know if that makes sense. Maybe—
Sun!
THE SUN IS RISING!
Might be dreaming, don’t care!
- M