Jubal damn near died tonight. He’s just.. he’s lost it. Went and fought two infected and got hurt. He was manic this morning, violent yesterday.. he hasn’t been sleeping, and he’s thinking about suicide.  I wish I never said anything about Emily and I, but, being honest? It feels good not to carry it around anymore.  I’m worried about him, though. I think this is going to break him; all of this. Emily, me, the baby… the fuck are we going to do? The nurse who took care of his wounds spoke briefly of people on the island who have had kids. Less worried than I was.

Feeling better today, still tired, but wasn’t so bad. Got my solar cell working… wishing I had more, though. Going to try to jury rig myself some parts with some spare pieces for the water pump from the house next door.

Two women made me cry today, it was good crying this time, although it still feels weird to cry this much. Feel like I’m losing control of myself.. Anyhow, Jade and ..I think her name was Bella. They gave me food, expected nothing in return. No one’s been that nice since.. well, since before.

Too tired to write any more.

Thora A Larsen