I have renamed my journal and re-written it in a new book.
I am a man of honour, true to my word. I will stand by my vows until my last days, pray they never come.
Sometimes I wonder about my vows and how things might have gone if I was always this thoughtful, it sometimes seems I made a big mistake, or rather it always seem I made a big mistake. I find myself drifting towards them sometimes and their ideals and becoming something I do not wish to be, but the reality is, I will be there for the long haul. I don't see many of the others around, I stand alone usually but I do my best, that's all anyone can do, right?
