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Day 650
Thursday 7th June 2018
Food consumed: A woodlouse. It didn't really taste of anything and to be honest it didn't do much to quash my hunger.
Liquid consumed: None
People seen: None
Other: My p*ss and sh*t bucket is still in the corner of the room. It's empty but I tried to see if there was any liquid I could find in the bottom of it. None. I thought I could drink my own p*ss but I don't have any p*ss in me. My broken leg isn't hurting as much but my mouth is dry and my lips are chapped. I'm absolutely starving and I desperately need water. I really do think I'm going to die soon, and do you know what? I don't care. I think death would be preferable and in fact a welcome change to the Hell I'm in right now.
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