The last time I saw my mother was 10 years ago. It’s been that many years without her, and I’m holding up as bets as I can. I turned seventeen a month ago; although I actually don’t know if it’s been a month. There’s a possibility it’s been more. I’ve lost track of time because I’m a bit preoccupied trying to not be killed with the world crumbling around me, everywhere I look. Ever since the economy crumbled and the massacre started it’s been nothing but war and death. The end times are very,, interesting. I see people scramble like dogs and fighting over food or resources like mad men. I’m the last sane on it seems, I just hope I will find any shred of hope somewhere.