It's been a while since I started writing in a small worldess paged book like this one, it could end up like my old ones, never used or half full, sitting in a corner in my room waiting to be written in, but I suppose I could make an exception. Maybe it coule be how I pass time or maybe even get my mind off things. Besides, why not? Maybe my facts, that I hopefully will write in here, helps educate kids in the future, y'know if the living regains what was once theirs.
I sometimes wonder why I still try to keep myself breathing in a world like this, personally I dont see a reason to keep me and my brother alive if all that's going to happen is fear, pain, and suffering. The possibility of the world getting a cure is small, almost impossible. Yet I keep trying. Why? I don't know but Felix likes to say that fate has to have something planned for me, us, if I keep pushing without a known reason.
But fate, really?
Whatever, I shouldn't say anything to him about it. The kids 10, I want him to have some type of hope in this world. I even convinve myself to believe it sometimes just to try and help my mood, to help control the urge to put a bullet through Felix's and my head.
Hopefully he's right though, hopefully something does happen that helps us, or how felix puts it,
"to take me out of my 'broken' stage".
It's getting dark and Felix is telling me of Walkers, I should go. Hopefully I dont forget about you, then again I cant promise anything since I can't even promise my little brother that we'll make it.