Dear journal the food supplies is decreasing. It has
gotten harder and harder to find food in all

directions. The base is now fully operational but the

food maker is just now being built. Now that the

base has finally been almost completed I take stock

on what has happened to the world and me. I saw

myself in a mirror today for the first time in 10

years. My hair is longer now and I keep in a braid. I

am taller and am I guess I could say more

developed. I have learned that I can shape change

thanks to my mother I guess. And yet I am alone in

a desolate gray and fiery world. Oh god journal I

miss him so much and I will never see him again.

Why is the

world so cruel to me? I was given back the ability to

touch when no one is left.

WHY?

Journal, Why has fate fucked up my life?
Rouge