Running: The Beginning

So, where to begin? Anywhere will do I guess. I need to do something to keep my head straight. This will have to do.

This may be the first entry into this waste of time diary but my stories do not start here. I guess I should first say why I think it is a waste of time. It is simple. I am alone.

Not alone like I am sitting in my house waiting on family or friends to show up. No. Alone like last human being alone. I am the last survivor. I must be. I have been alone for months. Yes I have looked. In fact I have been traveling for months. So again this is a waste of time.

So why am I doing it? I guess that is simple as well. Same answer. I am alone. I need to hear a voice even if it is my own.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Perhaps that is why I am making this diary.

In here I will post my daily thoughts and sightings. Not that there is much to see anymore other than desolation and despair.

My only other outlet is my running. A word with dual meaning to me. Running from town to town to live. And when I get there, running in the morning or afternoon to survive. I try to everyday despite the risks. It keeps me sane. It keeps me centered. Running from the end that has already happened.

I'm done until later.