Day 48

Dear Diary,

I'm absolutely losing my mind. I keep having these dreams from the pills, but I can't stop taking them. It's almost like I'm forced to take them. I tried to stop but something in me took over and I just kept taking them. The noises haven't gone either, they've just become louder and louder. 

I fear that which I do not know, and I do not know these shrieks. They aren't those of animals, like I first thought. They are human. 

The sounds. The sounds aren't always shrieks, but they are always human. I can hear them somewhat clearer now. I still don't know what they are. Is my mind producing them? What are these pills doing to me? Why am I even taking them? 

My leg is weird. I remember putting bandages on it, but the ones on it aren't the ones I put. Maybe I'm starting to forget things too. 

I also don't remember my base having this many beds. Sure, when I first found it, they were a few, but they were all broken. These look usable, though. I'm not sure what's happening anymore. I must have fixed them in my drugged out state. Yes, that makes sense. I somehow fixed them. 

I don't remember when I last ate, but I don't feel hungry. I've also not been wearing that much clothing on me either, but I haven't been feeling cold at all. It seems like the weather is finally changing. Things are weird.