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Hello again, diary!

I have to tell someone or I'll burst!
I'm engaged, finally. Breaking up with him ended up to be a good call after all.

PS
My house is smothered in roses. I evacuated allergic servants elsewhere.

 With what's going on with my life, 
I better not have paper trail...
Of anything that's going on atm.

Diaries are completely unlogical...
No wonder I stopped writing in it.
I better burn it.
No. I'll invent a Diary Chop-o-Mat!
Awesomeness!

PS. 

I have an idea for new toy collection.
WHY sell them a whole castle, 
when I can totally sell them piece by piece 
and tell them it's more exciting to build one all by yourself!
I think my dear Begmans will like the idea.

They are awesome engineers,
but they really do need help when it comes down to BUSINESS!

So that's where I've put it...
No wonder I wasn't able to find it.
Who'd guess it's under all those cogs.
Heh.
Anyway...stuff happened.
SO many things happen I can't remember them now.
But mostly it was boring anyway. 
Everybody was out there, I was here.
Salt still flows, trading is still going on, House stands.
I didn't manage to ruin it yet.
.
I've met an interesting person, today.

All I do in life these days is juggle to survive.
.
A regent became a King.
One oath later, Sorgo stands firmly.
.
Leto is taking salt to Kitzeh.
My ugly yet brave cousin, him.
Accompanied by pirates.
Trade goes well.
.
Kincaid is out of army,
And we're sorta spooked,
But neither of us is going anywhere,
Thankfully.
.
Benedict isn't leading the army.
War can only go worse.
.
Amber still stands though.
Huh.

When was it , again,
the last time I didn't feel like I'm sinking into the darkness?
I can hear mother's demon breathing down my neck, too.
How long can one postpone screams of madness?
So many friends, why do I feel so empty and alone?
As if nothing can pass this facade. 
No emotions.
In.
Or out.
Nothing reaches.
Perhaps tommorow, I'll feel better.

A tribute to a true spark, 
The inventor of the electricity we use today, 
and inventor of Empire's death star. 
Inventor of remote controling, and wireless electricity.
Inventor whose entire opus was mostly stolen post mortum 
by Edison and US goverment.
Also Croatian who had to travel all the way to Niagara falls
To fulfull his inner spark.