Why the fuck does everything have to be so HARD?! After killing a few, no, millions of bugs for food. I realized that they weren't bugs, but rocks. Everything seems blurry now, heck even what I'm writing probably isn't correct. I can't see, I personally think I need glasses. I left that place a while ago and started to walk again. I can't say for sure that I'm okay, okay I'M DYING! The sun is burning my skin ALIVE! Sometimes tho, I feel something calling me back to that "store". There was a feeling of safety there. A feeling of freedom a little. I miss it more than I miss my family. That's the scary part about it. I feel like, I'm getting personally nowhere.
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This. World. Is. Fucked. Up.
Totally didn't just walk forever and END UP BACK AT THE STORE. But, it's different. I almost started to cry when I saw 2 new buildings next to it. Almost as if I were gone for so long for people to- PEOPLE! I hadn't thought of that in till now! Thanks, diary! These buildings couldn't just have made themselves, there's GOT to be people creating these buildings. After looking inside I realized that the buildings were like apartments, made for people that are homeless. I'm homeless now, right? I don't have a house, sooooo. Maybe if I look around harder, I'll find more clues.
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Gone.
Mystery / ThrillerA girl in a world where all you do is walk walk and walk. She writes in her diary to at least have a book to show the furture what she has gone through.
