Nothing has gotten better today. It is very cold. There aren't as many people anymore. I officially counted today. Ten of us are gone. Half of us. Kimi, Simon, Lucas, Krishna, Henry, William the Aussie, Louis, Georges, Antonio, and Ammon. I remember them by name.

  "You don't look so good today. Bad dreams again," Lawrence taunted a little. I promptly told him to shut up.

  Angelo frowned, "What's that all about anyway?"

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  "It doesn't matter, and it never will," I informed him before Lawrence could open his mouth.

  I am truly tired though. There are very few things that will make me better. It's dreary and cold and there is nothing more that I want to do than go back to the village, back to my Maria. I hope that she will be glad to see us again.

  "It's dreary and cold," I managed to mention.

  Lawrence looked like he wanted to slap me, "Thanks for telling us."

  It's not very warm here. There isn't a lot of heat because there are so few people here. I cannot help but be sad about all of this. How could I be happy?