Today I found a small book. I think I will stard to keep a dyree. Falstad things that it is a better use of my abletys than learning to fite. I-
"You've been at it all day, how's it going?"
I looked up from my desk. Falstad.
"This was a terrible idea. It takes me so long to put a word into writing. I don't even know if what I'm writing is right. What am I supposed to put into this thing anyway?"
"Well, I don't know, just keep track of your thoughts, you always have all these great ideas, I'm sure there's someone out there who would want to hear them."
I furrowed my brow and looked to my writing.
"Here. Look at what I've got so far."
"You're mocking me right? You know I can't read."
"I just... I don't know. If I'm writing for someone to read I think its wise for someone to read it and tell me what they think."
"Well, I wish I could help you but I think you're the only one in this camp that knows how to read."
I buried my face in my hands. How did I get roped up with thes