August 16th, 10:02 AM.

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I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'M SO FUCKING SORRY.
I haven't wrote in a day.
Because Bamburai..

died.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't treat you in time.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
DAMMIT!
I CAN'T STOP WRITING SORRY.
HE BROKE HIS PROMISE.
THE ONLY ONE CARING FOR ME WHEN BAMBERLY DIED WAS BAMBURAI.
IM ALONE.
THE STYLISH GODS ARE ALL DEAD.
BESIDES ME.
THE WEED MAN IS
THE ONLY ONE ALIVE.
I CAN'T TAKE THE PAIN.
WHY.
WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN.
ALL SO QUICKLY.
NO ONE ELSE IS ALIVE.
BUT ME.
ME.
JUST.

M E.
I CAN'T STOP GRIVEING THIS PAIN.
THIS HORRIBLE PAIN.
IT'S BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE THIS SHIT STARTED.
SINCE EVERYONE LEFT.
SINCE EVERYONE DIED.
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT.
IM GONNA DIE HERE.
WITHOUT ANYONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
A L O N E.

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