Deterioration - Chapter 1

Monday, May 28th 5.25pm

Today was no more exciting than usual, up at 6am. Really bad sleep last night, had that dream again. Falling. Falling into nothing. Must mean something, don't they say all dreams do. Must look it up tomorrow, too exhausted.

It's depressing, same faces day in day out, same train ride, and same shit on the TV. This kind of life really used to fulfil me y'know... But lately I've not been myself.

Boss is a prick, has me doing work today that a fucking monkey could do. If I wanted to do filing for the rest of my life I'd have dropped out of school, not bothered with Uni. For fuck sake I'm a qualified Accountant. I'd love to hit the fat sack of shit right in the face, actually scratch that.... I'd kill the cunt.

I saw John today, said there's a big do on at the weekend over at Harry's place. Don't really want to go, but said I would. Hopefully I'll feel better by then.

I'm still not hungry; it's been a week now! Thirsty, yes. Nut any kind of food is a no go at the mo. I can see my ribcage protruding when I look in the mirror. I tried forcing myself to eat a burger today; I threw it up as soon as I had swallowed.

What the fuck is wrong?

The bite is getting worse, unwrapped the dressing to clean it. It reeked of rot, it's also turned a bit yellowy-green (is yellowy a word? Fuck knows.) I disinfect it every day, had tetanus shot, antibiotics... You name it, but fuck me I've never seen anything like this before.

I think that pretty much covers today's events. Until tomorrow. Goodnight.