dear diary...

today i woke up feeling brave, which i haven't felt in a long time. most people who knew me before the incident thought me as a very strong and brave person...ha i wonder what they would've thought if they saw me cowering at night.

i decided to just call it the incident, because i refuse to be so cliché as to call it the apocalypse.

no one really knows what's going on. like the government and country are freaking, but they try to act cool. they try to say there are side effects and ways to tell if you or someone you know is infected, but it doesn't matter.

no cure means no hope.

i know from experience that it is too late once any signs show, it is always too late.

anyways, so..back to me cowering at night. i live in a very crowded apartment building, and it has waaay too many infected people as residents. i have been terrified to even step foot out of my room, in fear of my neighbors.

i am unfortunately running low on supplies tho, and i guess the secret to bring brave is hunger.

today is the day i get food and hopefully can successfully not die. life goals, am i right? haha..okay. "peace" out.

hazel