Day 6 - night

The end of Day 6. Not satisfactory. Too much anger. Too much hunger. I feel like I've taken a step back. I don't feel so on top of my reasons for giving up. It doesn't feel heroic anymore. It feels stupid. It feels lonely. The cold emptiness is back in my chest. I feel short of breath. Perversely I feel as if a lungful of smoke would get my breathing back to normal. Still, the day is done. And it's another one over.