Ow, ow, ow [journal]

For the last week my finger has been in great pain. I am not doubtful that it must be due to all the extra time playing solitare while in the midst of contemplation and tears. Yes, it is like torture when I learn that the vile, deceiving poison has captured the mind of another of my peers, and they are so controlled by it, they cannot renounce it. So hopeless am I! I know not how to aid my cause, that they will turn to me. I must save my people, that I may make them better by healing this illness.