Never have I felt this much alone. The world is eerily quiet and empty, everything is dead around me. Empty bottles of beer and broken mirrors, no animal or human in sight. The place is deserted and the only thing breathing here is me.

I tried to call out loud, a million times, to anyone who could offer and explanation to this loneliness, but none surfaced. I gave up the hope that I will ever find anything in this world - unless a great twist of fate would change everything.

So tonight, as I do every night, i slip into my sleeping bag. Tomorrow will be another day, another chance to find another living thing. Tomorrow will be another chance to breathe this air that only I could benefit from. Tomorrow will end without progress, just like any other night.

Sleep tight.