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The day, is new. The Sun has risen to a another horrible day has come again And million more will pass before these eyes see the light of day again For what I am is a question I ask my self daily. the night is when I roam the wilderness of abandon plant that world war three has that took most of and the population of the earth. Most but not all…I hope I am the last person living in Oregon (that I know of), which is 93,960 square miles of land, mind you That a lot and so far I have seen no one in this place for about tree month now I dare not to leave my safe place which is my old school before they shut them down because of the war. The weird thing is that the entire Internet and light and anything else you can think of works. But not for long for there is no one to repair it down power lines the mail does not come any more. Even the TV does not work any more Is not working okay, I admit that I actually hit it with a baseball bat. Well. any way the only thing that is keeping me sane is this laptop that I am typing on right now! Too bad no one will read this. The food in cooler is still good but I do not know how much long I can go with sugar, milk. So I will have to go down to the store and see what I can find that is still Good. And not out of date. But I will not do that till tonight. When the sun beams cant not get my fragile skin thee on point of tell you my name so I wont no reason for grammar or capitation or any that crap the bottom line is that I am lonely and in need of someone to talk to so I started this journal to I can stay some what sane. If that is even possible? Is it? I dout it any way: I know I know your battery low but hay I don’t think think thst zi can stop typing I really with that some one would respond to my blog that I put up after the the queit started the week is lost trak of a long time a go an greass what that goes for the year too think think the season is summer for all the three sre green snd full of life.
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