Hey!
How are you?
It's been two months since I last spoke to you, sorry about that.
I had to perfect the art of begging and stealing-without-the-person-knowing.
I feel bad for it but...
I have to to survive.
I didn't have to steal this book.
A nice Lady gave it to me when she saw my other one was all bloody.
Oh yeah, sorry about the blood that's already on you.
Sometimes people can be mean.
Like store owners, random drunk guys, homeless people, those types.
I still don't know where I am.
At least I can write again.
As for the voice, I've been ignoring it.
I think
Or I could just be making it's thoughts my own
Who knows.
Who cares?
I just think of it as one of the rich kids messing with me.
I always call them names like Thaddeus,
They're reactions are the best.
Anyways, im still not sure if I'm bad or not.
I probably am.
I'm still alone.
At least I have you.
I'm hungry
No, I'm not
I'm not hungry
I still can't keep down food
Probably shouldn't eat anyways
It's not like I could find food anyways
I don't deserve it
I don't deserve to live, but here I am
No...
I'm not living-
I'm just surviving.
