Dear diary
(cough, cough) I has been one hundred and seven days since I sent message for help and I can start to see depression leaning towards me. I look at it from afar knowing it wants to consume me. As I have tried shooing it off, two concern citizens came but to no avail. (cough, cough) At the end, I still have hope and that’s helping me keep warm through the night, but for how long?