January 2, 840
So, a new year. Doesn't feel any different. I'm still a street child and still lonely. Nothing has changed.
Moved to a new house to avoid getting caught. But for me, its not new. This is typical for me.
Actually, something is new. I have a new satchel for all of my stuff, however few it is. Just a change of clothes, my lockpick, some food, a water bag, and this journal. Nothing else.
Maybe this year will be different. Who knows?
