4bidden Social

[ TYPE: Blog Entry. | DATE: Week 17, Friday afternoon. ]

Master McCall gifted me a diary over the holidays that I have yet to make use of but admire all the same. It's a sturdy, well-made thing with many, many crisp white pages bound in black leather and silver-colored trim. There is a lock for which I am not foolish enough to believe could not be broken by a set of prying eyes and determined hands, but I like to think I am not so cagey as to merit such interest from others. It is the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in – well, for a very long time. My master is most kind.

I'm fairly confident my life thus far could fill the first hundred pages, and perhaps many more if I felt inclined to include the trivialities of my training, which I thankfully do not. Yet...

I turn twenty-three over the weekend. Perhaps I shall start there and work my way backward?