Lana - Entry 28

It’s been days since the meat pie feast and I’m past the point of being hungry. I almost don’t want to eat now. I know it sounds strange but that’s how I know I’m in trouble. I’m cold all the time, even at night sitting by the fire I’m chilled to the bone. I can’t get warm, I’m exhausted, I know I can’t go on for much longer like this. Soon I’ll be too tried to move and we know what will happen then. I have no choice; I am going to have to try my hand at stealing food again. At this point I have no idea what will become of me. Wish me well.