July 16, 2017
I don't know why I'm writing this. No one who knows me or has ever cared about me will ever read these words. They're gone.I've been on my own for so long now that I've forgotten how not to be alone. I secluded myself long before The End but I still saw other people now and then. Talked to them, if only to exchange remarks about the weather. Touched them, if only to receive my change. I never thought I needed that brief human contact. I was wrong.
I always thought that there would be time - time for me to connect, to re-connect, to re-engage with people. Now it will never happen. I haven't seen another person for better than four months now and the other maybe two months before that. Three people in six months and now two, maybe all three, of them are dead.
