When life gives you lemons. You fucking throw them back. At least that what I think you should do.

After being alone of more than, 5-6 months by myself. Trying to survive, even though I don't know what's happening.

I think I'm going insane, be no one's here, so... it's ok, no one can judge me... But still, no one is here.

It sucks being alone, even if I've always been alone.

Putting my backpack back up. I keep walking

Walking 50 miles or so to get back to the base. When I get back I'll just take a bath and sleep again.

I look up at the purple sky, I still can't believe there All gone.

All 7 billion gone

Well... No.

I'm here...

Well I guess.... I'll just have to remember me.

Right