Day 235

Or is it 36? I do not know. I have lost count of the days. It has been a long time since I have seen another person. I am starting to think that I am the only one left...

Where did everyone go? And why did they leave without me? Why was I the only one left behind?

It could have been my questionable theories. I tried to tell people about our lives being books, but they would not listen. Instead, they chose to cling to the false sense on security that came from being human. But were they even really human? What is a human? What separates us from the creatures we consider lower than us, or the books that they refuse to think of as kin? These are questions I have thought of while being alone all these years. Or was it only weeks? I have forgotten how long a year is.

Will they ever come back for me? Am I doomed to die alone, away from all civilization or 'human' life?

I wish they had chose to believe me...

It is too late now. The books have taken over. Maybe if they believed me, we could have avoided this tragedy.

I think this will be my last entry. Thank you for listening to me, even though I may sound crazy. You truly were a friend till the end.

I suppose this is goodbye. May the books walk alongside you 07

Signing off for the last time, [classified name]