I'm sitting here writing in the dark, with only a candle for light. The flame sits still, burning slowly as the world has changed. The power for electricity has gone out; It has been dark for five years; I am not sure what has happened, all I can tell you is that the end is coming soon.
Many people have died over the five years; some have died from starvation, and other committed suicide.
Food is limited to a minimal amount each month; water is only used when told when to use it or given a drink.
I don't know how long I can hang on; it will be a matter of time until I lose my mind or take my own life; Im trying to not think about it, but it's their tuck away at the back of my mind knows I can not control my thoughts.

© Jason Dunn