Day 1

Dearest Diary,

Today I found you. You are a beautiful example of a diary, for multiple reasons. Firstly, you are mine. Secondly, you're pink. You also have a nice big red flower on your cover. You're probably confused by me saying "I found you" instead of saying something like "I bought you". Or you're not, because you're a book. I'll tell you anyways. So, I was scavenging for stuff that might prove to be useful for me prolonging my life. You know, stuff like food to keep me full and energized and blankets/clothing to keep me warm. 

As I was going through the local houses, I stumbled upon a house that looked pretty well for the stuff it probably went through, so I entered it and found, to my dismay, that the inside of the house was far worse looking than the outside. But that's not relevant, I think. I'm sorry, I'm blabbing a bit, it's just that I haven't talked to, or well, written to, anyone in a while. As I was saying, I was looking through the house and sadly found basically nothing useful. All the food was inedibly frozen and all the clothing was, well, frozen. I went to the children's bedroom and that's where I found you. Everything in the room, and realistically, the whole house was ruined, but you, you were somehow in a great state. 

I don't know how that is, but I'm glad, otherwise I would have nobody to talk to. Honestly, I think we were destined to meet. In fact, I know we were. Someone somewhere knew I needed someone to vent to, and now I do. Anyway, that's enough for right this moment. I have to keep moving, I'm starting to lose feeling in my legs from all this sitting. 

Although, my hands and head have never been warmer. It must be from all the excitement. Blood rushing through my veins. Ah, I remember those days where I'd get excited over everything. Now that I think about it, those days might be now. I mean, I've never been more excited to find an empty notebook or a half torn shirt, or food. No, I've always been excited for food. As the kids used to say, I'm currently "lol-ing". I think that's good, I haven't laughed in days. The last thing that made me laugh was a dead squirrel. It was frozen in an unnatural C shape. It reminded me of a country that used to have its borders in that way. I wonder if that country got the better end of the stick. 

I'm babbling again. I'll talk to you later, but I'm very glad I have you now. I'm sure we're about to become the best of friends. Anyway, talk to you later.