March 31st 2022

  8:18am

  Damn, it’s been a while since I st wrote in this thing. I’ve just been soooo busy.

  Made a new friend a few days ago!

  I mean, let’s be real, I was not trying to meet anyone, but I guess things just happen.

  I brought them home with me. They didn’t compin or ask me too many annoying questions, and didn't slow me down either. People usually do all three and I’m not living for it.

  He doesn’t talk, a man of few words, strong and silent type. I fuck with that. I figure most might be put-off by that, but the silence is nice, actually.

  I helped him close to the fire so he wouldn’t get cold. He’s part of Casa Lindsay now. We got good food, a fire, a super clean walk-way that I monitor everyday, and pokemon cards to have epic battles with.

  Since this friend thing has been going so well, I’ve been considering welcoming even more friends to my house. Y’know? Maybe rearrange the living room a bit so everyone will be able to fit better.

  This house has four bedrooms, upstairs and downstairs, so I could definitely turn this into like, a permanent B&B.

  Just keep the noise down folks! And we’ll be all hunky-dory.

  3pm-ish?

  Food is definitely best enjoyed in the company of friends.

  I think that’s true even now.

  Eating alone feels… loud. It’s not all that fun being subjected to all my thoughts, the chewing, and even the mumblies groaning a few blocks down.

  But today was nice!

  I spent time with my new friend.

  Since I’m such an absolutely fabulous and gracious host, I did all the talking and they just sat there and listened. Very respectful. Ten out of ten dinner guest for sure.

  There was nothing fancy on the menu this time, though. Just some skewered meat roasting over an open fire… indoors. And yes, I do leave the windows open. I’m not about to suffocate myself or anyone.

  But honestly? Some good fucking food overall. I’ve been finding way better shit tely that I could almost cry.

  8:11pm

  My wound is starting to clear up, not bleeding anyone.

  Oh yeah, forgot to mention; when I was out bringing my friend back home, someone tried to stab me. From behind, too. I know, right? A certified hood cssic if I say so myself.

  Knife slipped right in between my shoulder bdes like they knew exactly where not to aim.

  Rude fucker.

  When I turned around, they even sshed at my face. Missed my eye, thankfully, but it still burned like shit and pissed me off. I dropped some perfectly good cans of meat ‘n veggie stew!

  It’s all good though. Luckily for me, I happened to have brought a knife to a knife fight.

  One good strike to the stomach did wonders. Didn’t even wait to see them fall over. I really wanted to grab my cans and tuck them away before some other asshole tries to ruin my day.

  Humans are exhausting. I almost don’t miss the internet.

  11:45pm

  I gave my friend one of the jackets I found a few days ago. A nice one too, not one of the ugly ones. The end of the world is not an excuse to look like shit.

  Standards still exist while I’m still breathing!

  It took a bit of adjusting to get it to sit right, but once I fixed their posture, it looked fine. Cute, even. Do guys get pissed if they’re called cute these days?

  Anyway, I paired it with a dark shirt because lighter colors just don’t survive anymore. Learned that the hard way.

  They didn’t say thank you, but I know they appreciated it. I know I would.

  Honestly, I don’t think I’ve felt this rexed in a while.

  It’s so nice having someone I can talk to that doesn’t try to kill me. It does wonders for my mental health.

  And the best part is, my friend doesn’t even make eye contact.

  I know that’s a weird thing to like, but it’s true. I feel so weird when people look directly at me.

  On my face, I can feel that mark left behind by the knife. A gash running across my right eye.

  It’s clean and not bleeding anymore, but it makes me feel incredibly ugly to the point I haven’t bothered looking in a mirror.

  I don’t need anyone staring at me. Not even myself.

  I’m so over being upset about injuries at this point. If I reacted to every little thing, I’d never get anything done.

  Speaking of which, I should go deal with some of the mumblies wandering around outside.

  How can my friend sleep with all that fucking noise?

  “It’s locked… It’s locked… ”

  “Just run just run”

  “... hold on”

  They don’t stop talking! They keep repeating the same shit over and over!

  Jesus. This is gonna be a long night.