The End

#8- I'm A Little Unsteady

May 1st, 2015

I wonder how many things I would be diagnosed with if I went to a therapist. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Anxiety? Depression? Or did I have those before the end of the world happened?

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May 3rd, 2015

I miss listening to music. It was one of my favorite pastimes and I wish we had some form of listening to music. We even tried the radio but no one is broadcasting. I tried my old MP3 player but it's dead. If the power ever comes back on we're all going to charge our phones and forms of entertainment. I'm going to charge my power banks.

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May 5th

I'm curious to know why this happened. So many people say everything happens for a reason, well, what is the reason for this?

Was it our pollution? Was it the littering? Were we taking advantage of our AC and electronics? Was it so bad to advance ourselves technology wise?

The world may never know. Or, what is left of it.

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May 7th

The ashes are making it difficult to breathe inside. It sucks. I miss being able to inhale without feeling like I smoked twelve packs of cigarettes. Maybe I could find something along the lines of that, something to make me happy. I wonder if those kids down the street are still alive and selling.

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May 10th, 2015

They're dead. Their whole family is actually; it is a good thing for me. I knocked on the door for at least seven minutes but no one answered, so I tried the door. It was locked. I broke a window and stepped inside.

It was nicer than I expected; all the furniture was nice and tidy. It looked nothing like a drug house. Luckily, they weren't in possession of methamphetamines, but I do know they had marijuana. That is what I was looking for, someway to get happy and it wouldn't matter how many cigarettes equivalents smoking it would be because I'm 99% sure I have the lungs of someone who smoked two packs a day for twenty years.

I searched every cabinet throughout the bottom floor; I searched closets and still found nothing. I went upstairs, going to the left. I entered a bedroom which was most likely the parents' room. It was nice and spacious; the bed was not made though. Their clothes were scattered amongst the room and adjoining bathroom.

Still, I searched under the bed, pillows, and throughout the drawers. Nothing. I left the room and walked into the bathroom- nice, dirty though. It looked as if it had never been clean. Only one sink despite it being owned by two adults. No make up left by the woman. I searched the drawers and cabinets and still found nothing.

Maybe only the kids sold. Or maybe they smoked it all. I ditched their room and went to the next room I saw- directly across the way. I walked in and immediately smelled cigarettes. I searched the boy's drawers and desk, his bed and bags. I finally found what I was looking for after two minutes of searching through his possessions.

It would last me so long, I knew. I just needed a lighter....