Day 18

Beauty can be found in the weirdest places, but so can hidden personalities. Is anything in my material life real? I thought he could be my friend, I thought he was taking care of me for a reason, but now I see that I can trust no person, not even Mr. Charrington. An old man of about 70, a sincere, kind, caring man, cannot be trusted just as much as a young juvenile who is innocent. No one, not even Julia, is to be trusted. What will my life be like? I may die, but I shall not be afraid. I shall die, not in vain, but with glory, and might, and Julia! I WILL!