donatella

I have imprisoned myself to my hermatic ways due to having a broken spirit. Before I can reassociate myself with soceities endevores I must first mend my wounds and cure my spiritual ailments. Where I do not exactly know where I have gone so foul, the fact remains that I must find a way to revitalize my existance. How I am to accomplish such a task that appears so impossible I do not know. All I do know is that I must try. I must fight my madness. If there was anyone out there to shine light on my darkened soul, and remove the shadow of dispair, I cannot express enough what gratitude I would have. But since I confine myself in such a way, finding such a person would be nearly as impossible as passing across the Styx without coin to pay the ferryman's toll.