September 4

Last night was difficult. After my last entry in this diary, I couldn't sleep. All I did was cry and cry. That's nothing new, but I feel like I'm running out of tears. What do you do when that happens? I just can't think straight. I read through everything I wrote yesterday and I remember thinking about looking for people rather than food today. I don't know if it's a good idea, I could end up missing something good that may well save me from starvation. But at the same time, I'd rather die starving but with someone than die well fed but alone. And I get lonelier by the day. I never thought this would be such a huge weakness of mine, yet it's tearing me apart far easier than any of the monsters out there could. I guess I'll enter my next entry once something interesting happens today.

It's been about six hours since I wrote the paragraph above. Today's been hard. I've been wandering the streets the whole time hoping to find something, someone. As always, nothing came up. It's a horrible existence to know that everything you ever cared about is gone. But I'm holding onto the shred of hope I've still got left, the hope that I might find someone, somewhere. Please let there be someone out there. I know you're there but please, please hear me. I walked through street after street, screaming for help for hours until I lost my voice. Even now my throat is painful and I can't talk properly. I have to talk to myself or I'll end up forgetting how to talk properly altogether.

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