Dear Journal,
Where should I start. Port Kar is behind me, forever. I banished myself and set myself free. Now, my life is uncertain. I took my money and secured it in an account under a Man’s name to keep it safe. I’ve been traveling mostly alone and it’s killing me. What good is being wealthy, or powerful, or beautiful, or intelligent when you’ve no one to share it with? I want to find a place to belong and I want to find someone to love me. I put on that I don’t need love, that I don’t need anyone, but it’s all lies. My loneliness is deeper than you can imagine, journal. I’ve found a business partner, however, a Man who confuses, irritates and fascinates me all at the same time. Though I feel nothing but strength coming from him, no matter how attracted to him I am, I can never admit it. He has a very hard line stance on Women and I am quite sure he’s using me for my money, but as far as my life now, I can’t worry about that now. These past few hands with him have been almost like having a family. He and his slaves almost feel like home. There is more I can say, journal, but it’ll have to wait. Until then.
-B
