It hurts, and it hurts like hell.

Waking up today I found my entire body, from my face, neck, chin, breast, shoulders, arms and legs. All were crying out loud for me to not move a single muscle. My muscles were breaking apart like glass bones and soon it will restructure itself, it's the tenth day, and I only got today to rest, I'll call it my cheat day then.

My father told me he would send food every month, to ensure he was not being "too cruel," but just to be safe, I'm not touching the round barrel of ration they sent, just in case there will never be more... To call it a barrel is a stretch, since it's really light, and there's barely anything in there when I tear it open, it was like ten handfuls of grains for thirty days.

With an acorn I stole from a squirrel, I planted it in hope of a tree going to grow, giving me more food one day. For today, I teared the barrel made out of wheat apart and chew on them with lake water, before sleeping for the rest of the day.