Day 3:
Silent. Quiet. Useless. Going through the motions.
That's all I can use to describe me anymore. I wasted today on my pitiful thoughts. Y'know what I've discovered? Without you, I'm kinda pointless. I realize, we never did much except argue over my alcoholism, and you must've complained about how annoying I was on a regular basis.
Today, I was going to go talk to Jehan about this... but you are ALL gone. It's not simply you. All of you children of the barricade are dead. I'm the only one left.
I'm sorry today's letter is short. I don't have the will to write much more.
Until Tomorrow.
