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I lost a friend. I already wrote about that, but I lost one for sure. I was out digging through the dumpster again, then I got thirsty. I know, I know, the water in the well can be a delight or a poison, I was betting on the first. It...

I don’t write in here often, but perhaps if I did my inner turmoil would vanish. I will certainly try, it’s not good to keep things in. And when you can’t talk much, there is a lot to keep in.   Today sucked. Today totally sucked donkey dick. Today I...

If I thought living before the outbreak was hard, it’s nothing compared to living after and unable to speak. I try. I try so hard to talk, and nothing comes out. Until I’m scared, and then it’s like a goddamn animal dying. But no matter how much I want to...