November 3, 2017

Computer's seem to be the only things that work. I find it very ironic and I guess I don't really understand. Then again, I don't really understand the past month.

I'm using someone's computer and sitting in someone's house that I've never been to before. I can't help but feel incredibly awkward and ultimately sad. Looking at the faces of the people who used to live here. Looking at the faces of happy families where, who knows where they are know. Dead, in hiding, I don't know. Seeing this pictures just reminds me of all the families that have been ripped apart in the last few weeks. Reminding me that I'm never going to see my own family again.

It hurts, yet, I'm not crying. I've done enough crying in the past couple of days. Crying really isn't going to get me anywhere. It certainly hasn't done anything for me yet.

Sitting and thinking about all the things that could've happened, or things I could've done isn't going to help me survive. It's probably just going to make things worse.

It's the reason I can't look at the faces of these families anymore. It really is just too much.

I'm closer to downtown now. I figured if I'm going to find any more survivors, it's going to be in the heart of the city. I can only hope.

I need rest.

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