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DAY 58: TITLE HERE
"I'm going to be entirely honest."
"I can't think of anything off the top of my head to head this paper with. I don't know why I'm even doing it. Or well- I do know why, but it's hard for me to admit it without having to confront that things are getting worse."
"That ammunition I managed to find is still plentiful enough, sure, but it won't last forever. But half the time I don't dare to use it without putting myself at risk, you know, on account of the proximity to THEM. But I can't keep fighting the others up close like this. I'm going to get sick, or worse, but- I have to keep doing this. Can't go back at this point."
"I'm this close to finalizing the design. Going to take a few more parts, I figure.. ..should be done soon enough. Hear talk about someone manufacturing fake Identifications. Know I said that I couldn't go back, but, it's starting to look a bit appealing which is crazy for me to even think of."
"... I'm going crazy out here."
"I can't keep faking things. This is the first time I'm writing in this book for over two weeks now, trying to crudely bash together some semblance of Normalcy, but, it isn't working. It just can't. Not after everything that's happened, you know. And I thought being stranded at Metropole by them and left to fend for myself for days, before being transferred out to this shit hole was bad.."
"To think I started this off with saying- 'I'm going to be entirely honest'."
"So much for that."
".. I miss my old home. I miss her. A lot. For the short, short time she was in my life."
"I should probably leave it off here. I had that dream again, about people standing over my bed. Standing in my hiding spot. Staring, but not saying anything, which already has me in a tizzy, but there's something on the wind. Something electric. I think a rain storm is coming soon, so, I'd probably be better off just getting prepared for the storm."
-[The name written is smudged out.]
"I can't think of anything off the top of my head to head this paper with. I don't know why I'm even doing it. Or well- I do know why, but it's hard for me to admit it without having to confront that things are getting worse."
"That ammunition I managed to find is still plentiful enough, sure, but it won't last forever. But half the time I don't dare to use it without putting myself at risk, you know, on account of the proximity to THEM. But I can't keep fighting the others up close like this. I'm going to get sick, or worse, but- I have to keep doing this. Can't go back at this point."
"I'm this close to finalizing the design. Going to take a few more parts, I figure.. ..should be done soon enough. Hear talk about someone manufacturing fake Identifications. Know I said that I couldn't go back, but, it's starting to look a bit appealing which is crazy for me to even think of."
"... I'm going crazy out here."
"I can't keep faking things. This is the first time I'm writing in this book for over two weeks now, trying to crudely bash together some semblance of Normalcy, but, it isn't working. It just can't. Not after everything that's happened, you know. And I thought being stranded at Metropole by them and left to fend for myself for days, before being transferred out to this shit hole was bad.."
"To think I started this off with saying- 'I'm going to be entirely honest'."
"So much for that."
".. I miss my old home. I miss her. A lot. For the short, short time she was in my life."
"I should probably leave it off here. I had that dream again, about people standing over my bed. Standing in my hiding spot. Staring, but not saying anything, which already has me in a tizzy, but there's something on the wind. Something electric. I think a rain storm is coming soon, so, I'd probably be better off just getting prepared for the storm."
-[The name written is smudged out.]
