a word to my comrades.

I would like to say that 1984 Day is nothing special. It is no different than any other day of my life. Except now I won't be condemned as a "commie" for saying "comrade", even though the word's origins are that of my own blood.

You're all morons by the way.

Oh and I'm alone, all all all all alone. How bloody unfortunate, right?

Orion is no longer in the sky. I feel as though the glue that has held my bones together has dissipated.