The Journal of an Empty Heart.

December 23rd. 19:14

You know what's that feeling? That feeling of emptiness? That feeling of someone leaving? It cuts and it burns. And thinking of it feels like I'm pouring salt into my own wounds, bringing back the pain won't help it heal. It's been six years since the incident, and the pain continues to stab my heart, just as much as it did when I found out the news. Well, maybe I'm just hungry. Hopefully, this is all just hunger, and my stomach is just slowly digesting itself. Good thing that dad and I are going to that new restaurant down the street. I guess I could admire the wonderful nighttime view as we walk. After all, Radiant Garden is just as beautiful at night than it is during the day.

January 25th. 17:43

My seventeenth day, and I get this torn up book. It looks as though it belonged to someone before, from the fact there is an entry. It looks as though there are several pages torn out. Well, moving on to more important matters, the superior says he needs to track my statuses, and the only way to observe my seemingly, almost true emotions, is for me to write in this journal. It's weird, because this journal was said to be snatched by a heartless in Hollow Bastion. Well, I guess this is where I close up the entry for today.