Oh Journal, It's terrible! You know I really pride myself when it comes to memory, but I can't recall what happened to my parents. As I look at the pages before this, I notice only smudges of ink and missing pages. Oh what a sad day this is! I awakened to find myself drifting in the sewage of some city. It took every ounce of energy I had left to just pull out a smile. Momie always said having a positive outlook in life will help in leading a guilt free life. As I aimlessly waltzed through the city, I couldn't help but feel a slight tingling at the edge of my mind every time I try to remember what happened to me. It was like I was being held back by something. I would look into it eventually, but right then, my tummy held a greater calling. Reaching into the pockets of my dampened purple dress had me figure right away that they were...EMPTY! So now I was wet AND starving, like that dog I just passed earlier, but things would get better! I went to rest at a bench, and as I thought of how bored I was and things to do, it started to rain. Nope, things would get better, just gotta keep thinking that, and that's when it hit me! I should get a hat! Because I had no money to spend, it was off to the crafting halls I went...er...whenever I find it that is.
