Day 31

Dear Diary,

It's been a month now. Another whole month of this. I thought I saw a person today, but it was just a tree, or it might have been someone who had hung himself. I couldn't be bothered to look twice. It doesn't phase me anymore. Remember I told you I used to work on a farm? Man, that was a good life. A hard one, but a good one. I, I don't know, maybe I'm just nostalgic. Maybe it was worse than I remember. Can't be worse than this, though.

I used to be a talkative person, a chit-chatter. I'd say hello to everyone person, dog, cat, and pigeon I came across. I would strike up conversations on the train or just in the street. But now I don't speak at all. I forgot what my voice sounds like. 

I also used to be fit, watched what I ate, trained 5 times a week, didn't drink or smoke. I was almost the perfect boyfriend, I have to say. Humblebrag. Now I'm not that fit anymore. I can't watch what I eat when I barely have anything and my only training consists of walking to the nearest house to raid it and come back to my base before I freeze. I try to drink as much as I can so the alcohol keeps me warm.

My leg still hurts, in case you were wondering. Something is definitely not right with it. 

I still have enough food and resources for a couple of days before I need to head out to the next town or village or whatever piece of shit I find.

Excuse my language.