No.2816
Entry 109
November 11th, 2027
It's been 25 days since the supply run over our area. 25 fucking days in the middle in the deep corners of a wasteland. We're severely low on 'jakks and proxies, I've had to resort to sneaking my hand in other's soy rations when they arent looking. Thoughever, I think soon the others might know what I have been doing regarding that, so I'm deciding on stopping and being extremely conservative with my rations. The jannies up north have been sharply closing in. I don't know what the fuck I'll do once they close in on us. We've been getting constant assurance help will come soon, but I've seen the fucking posts. "NYPA, fuck off discord troon." Every time I see that get posted under an SOS, I curl up more inside and become more unstable. Soon, I think I might start dilating from all this pressure, I can't take this shit anymore.
Writing these logs aren't helpful, I fucking know it, writing this down only makes me more frantic, but I don't why I don't stop. But for now, I shall stop. Connections have been getting worse and worse with the homeland, and maybe soon we'll lose touch completely, surrounded by troons and jannies, if I ever have to lay down my 'jakks in defeat, I kill myself by then.
Goodbye.
No.2817
esoteric