Day... what does it even matter...
I've been here for days, weeks if not months. Time does not play a role anymore.
I have been alone and the only thing that keeps me company is him. That bitch.
I am getting more miserable every new day. Every day is a pain to live and I can't stand it.
I'm hungry.
I'm cold.
I want to go home. I don't care where home is. It's not L'manberg. Not anymore.
I want my old life back.
I don't want to stay in this little tent, where the rain always leaks through the holes and I get a cold everytime it rains.
I'm just hoping a cold will kill me. That's the best thing I can think about.
What else am I supposed to do, if everyone I know is either leaving me or they are loosing themselves.
