Dear diary,

well.. you’re not really a diary. Just some scraps of paper, but you’ll have to do! I can’t be arsed to go looking for a diary when there’s more important things to find… like antibiotics. And painkillers. Or drugs. Anything to let me forget this stabbing pain in my head. Hahaha…stabbing.

Don’t tell anyone I told you this, diary, but Bianca is a bitch. I can’t believe she stabbed me in the eye, just because I wouldn’t share the last can of peaches… And on my good side, too. I washed off this hunk of plastic and metal the best I could, I guess it will have to do until I find a stylish eyepatch.

I really hope it doesn’t get infected, diary…

Anyway, my phone has plenty of battery left… even though I can’t call anyone, and there’s no wifi.. so yeah. Taking a picture of my surroundings, so I know I’ve been here before.

Wish me luck.