Entry 5

Hey journal. Sorry about this morning. So fucking much is happening. So much. I ran off for a few minutes tonight so these idiots wouldn't see me crying. That'd be lame.
 
We brought the bandit kid back to his dad. He was mean, but I could tell he didn't mean it. He had the same look that Denyr had whenever she got dissapointed in me. It was a hard day. But Ishima (I figured out how to spell it) knew a funeral thing to do. His ashes went back to Illica, or something cool like that. It actually really helped.
 
They just all seem to know what to say. Ishima, Bianka, Po...maybe not Desmond, but still. Whenever bad things start happening, they just know what to do. I don't. You think I would, since so many bad things have happened to me. I don't know. I just wish I knew how to talk to the bandits. I didn't say a word to them. I might regret that.
 
I'm really full right now. We ate so much food. I've never been served in a restaurant before, so I guess this job has a lot of ups and downs. Oh, and I'm not blue anymore. Yeah, I almost forgot about that. So much happening, journal.
 
I still don't know what to say about Captain Darrow. I think I should tell them, but I don't know how. I still don't know how to do a lot of things. I wish I didn't need to rely on these people to know what to do.
 
Oh well. We might not need to worry about it for a while. Maybe I can just move on from this and not bring it up. I've done that before. Maybe I'll just keep quiet and keep out of trouble from now on. This group doesn't deserve my shit.