There’s nothing left in me, there can’t be. It’s all come out from one end or the other. All night long I was in and out of the bushes spewing hot lava from my ass, and now… it just won’t stop coming up. I know it’s all in my head, it has to be. The images of that nasty rancid meat that fucking psycho threatened me with won’t leave my mind.

I swear I painted the whole town of Arklay in my vomit today. I don’t know how the patrons who saw me puke on that server at the diner will ever be able to eat there again. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat there again. Especially considering that they may never let me back. I even had to dig out a bucket at the Garage. Though, I didn’t stick around there long. It felt wrong being there and not doing any work.

I need to eat, but can’t keep anything down. I need water, but even that just comes right back up. Most of all I need sleep, but anytime I close my eyes I see him standing there stirring that disgusting mixture of disease in front of me. Sometimes I think I can even still smell it, and then of course I wanna puke again. But I got nothing left! Now that I’m all empty it hurts when I gag. I know it’s in my head, I just gotta get the fuck over it.

I’m just laying here at the Eights now, I asked Ein if I could stay again tonight. I just couldn’t stand the idea of sleeping outdoors again tonight, not in this state. And if I went to the shelter they’d probably try to admit me or something. I know all I need is time, and to get my head on straight. The only thing keeping me distracted right now is that damned repetitive radio message. I hear it everywhere now… “We have a cure.” Really? A cure? Why isn’t everyone jumping at this glimmer of hope? Ugh…. I need some sleep.