I found a group of people to stay with. They keep whispering, and they look scared. Not of me. Of the dark. They're probably superstitious, too, but I was going crazy being alone.

I like one girl, Phia Caraway. She thinks they are being ridiculous, too. Plus, she gave me some soup. It's been a good night, found some more people to email. I guess it won't be so insufferable after all.

I miss my mom and my sister, though. I have these photos of them on my computer, and when I showed them to Phia she hugged me, and that broke my heart more than being separated from them without any means of getting back did.

I will sleep in this large park right now. It's beautiful. I wish I knew the name of it, but the sign was taken for firewood last week.

I forgot to bring my camera. Of course.

I am so fucking pissed off right now. Who the fuck would do this? What idiots would put all their money into the world ending? Politicians and their god damned superstitions did this.

I am out on the streets. One of the people I let into my home killed another, and I can not deal with the stress of that investigation. The only police left are the brutal bastards. I have enough bruises.

Still have my home, but only for one more month. I have invited those already kicked out to share in my warmth while I still have it.

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I don't know how this could have happened. How so many people could have been so stupid. Who led them, who told them these things? Fucking Mayans...