Today I saw Tommy again. We ended up playing some stardew valley and eating whatever junk food I could convince him to make. I have to say, I missed mint chocolate ice cream more than I thought I did. There's just something so satisfying about the crunch of the chips and the meltiness of the ice cream. Anyways, another day and still no sign of other survivors. I mean it makes sense.
One day the moon turned into a massive eye and countless pieces of it smashed into earth. Hell, it's a miracle I'm alive. I know Tommy knows something about what happened. I tried getting him to open up and tell me but no matter what I do he just refuses to talk. I'm sure I could offer the man the best sex of his life and he'd still stay silent about what the hell is going on with the moon.
I don't know how I feel about him. I know it's just a dream. He's just a figment of my imagination but I just, I need some kind of support and he helps. It gets lonely out here. It's been five hundred years of searching. Crossing sea after sea but the more I look the more I realize everyone else seems to have become a monster.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe one day I'll be able to die and someone will come across my journal. Hey, if anyone else ever reads this. It may not mean a lot but you were never alone. I wish we could've met. I could tell you about my dreams and we could talk about the old life. I may not be human anymore but that's okay right? I mean the only difference is I don't age and can't really die.
I don't think Tommy knows I'm immortal. He really seems to worry about me. I remember when we first met he tried to stop me from what would've been a failed suicide attempt. God I was so far gone, even going as far as dreaming about death. Honestly I still think sometimes it'd be nice to die but at this point i've long given up. Much better to live in insanity and try to smile. It's not like I'm alone, I have Tommy after all.
I'm crazy I know it but I just don't give a shit anymore.
I hate it
I hate it
I hate it
I hate it
I hate it
WHY THE FUCK AM I STUCK ALONE AND UNDYING WITH MY ONLY FRIEND BEING SOMEONE I MADE UP
I can't do it
It hurts
It hurts so fucking much
I feel constant dread. I see twisted corpses of what used to be people and feel nothing, hell ive even eaten some. I can't die but the pain of starvation is real. I still can't forget how skinny I became. If anyone else saw me they'd probably think I was some monster with how exposed my bones were.
I wonder if I can rot?
Im rotting inside, maybe one day I'll rot on the outside too.
Please, im begging you let someone find my journal. I don't wan't to be alone. I don't want my only friend being some figment of my imagination. Fix the earth my ass. Theres no hope left me for me. There's no hope left for this world.
I don't want to be alone.
Please, just please let there be someone, anyone else.