It is day 253 without Milfy City 0.6. We lost another one last night. Aunt Jenny has finally passed on, though she kicked and screamed and cursed all of us until the bitter end. I buried her out back with the others. Looking at our children's graves doesn't even make me sad anymore. Just a little twinge in my chest, an ache where I know my heart should be. But I feel nothing.
The crops won't grow no matter what I do. Our fields are nought but dust, as cracked and barren as my soul. There'll be no food to last the winter but I can't find it in myself to care. Sometimes I just stand in the middle of them and close my eyes and pretend to just blow away in the wind, just like all of my hopes and dreams.
Tell me Jebediah, is this really living? Why do I keep going on? Why do any of us?
I can only pray that ICSTOR grants us deliverance soon.