⊰ `⋆ journal entries // a story

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a small story, told by a young girl called
sacramento, in the form of journal entries.
enjoy the story, i'll be updating the charries
and chapters as i continue. c:
updates:
second entry is up! u v u
it's pretty short, due to the fact that mento
is exhausted, so please forgive her.
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ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴇ s! ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴇ s! ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴇ s!

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entry ⋆ one
entry ⋆ two











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sacramento ⋆ eighteen




fontmeme: sweet patterson







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xxxxxＪＡＮＵＡＲＹ ＴＷＥＮＴＹ－ＦＩＲＳＴ，

xxxxxso, i've somehow gotten my hands on you. since i am indeed a semi-civilized human being, let's start with some introductions.
xxxxxmy name is sacramento, i am indeed female, and am approximately sixteen years and three months old.
xxxxxi happen to be lucky enough to still be very much alive and breathing, despite my suppository naïveté and pure, childish innocence. i find that funny, since i have my own share of blood coloring my hands in a very metaphoric way. if this world was still organized, i would be regarded as a murderer. at the mere age of eighteen. gnaw on that.
xxxxxi have found you, a small, worn little journal, complete with a matching, just as worn pen. you're my style, plain and simple. i think that that is the only reason why i haven't ripped your dry-ish pages out of your supposedly hand crafted, one hundred percent real leather spine. how do i know this? your previous owner wrote about it in her original post. i also happen to be in need of a personal consultant. i'm a very lonely person, and my sanity is probably balanced at the tip of the iceberg. i'm surprised that nobody has picked you up yet. paper pages make very good fire starters. maybe it's because you look a little molded. your cover is now stained and a little chewed away. sorry about that. or maybe it was pure luck. or fate.
xxxxxplease excuse the crazy person's rambling.
xxxxxi've read what your old owner wrote before everything came crashing down. just the usual stuff. ninety-nine different, unsolvable problems, ranging from boys, to the devious little beast called the high school gpa. i for one, have always been curious about the world before. you see, i only experienced it for twelve years. i had hardly gotten the chance to experience anything worthwhile.
xxxxxnow, onto updating you on the current world activities. you're very much behind.
xxxxxlong story short, us humans screwed up quite horribly. mother nature's pollution endurance finally reached its maximum capacity, and everything else collapsed like a line of dominoes that had been pushed down quite forcefully. all of the business, all of the people, most of the government. everything into flames. i guess it was only a matter of time.
xxxxxwe didn't even get to use up all of the fossil fuels the earth is capable of producing before everything shut down. gauzy, ashy smoke had had the entire atmosphere swallowed up, and i remember that we did have to go outside with face masks on. otherwise, it was impossible to wander outside without receiving a nice dish of lung cancer. the ignorant and homeless passed on first. it's bad to dwell on those things, so i guess i should continue on.
xxxxxnow mother nature has put us all together in a last-man-standing-kill-or-be-killed free for all frenzy. it's an understandable act of vengeance. it is human kind's fault anyways.
xxxxxat least the sky isn't dirty anymore.
xxxxxon a happier note, i'm headed to a rumored 'safe' place, where i'll apparently live the rest of my life happy and well fed. people claim that this safe haven will provide what i need to survive. food, water, shelter, it'll all be provided by whatever government we have left. of course, this could all be a stupid hoax, and i would have just wasted weeks of traveling and the death of my mother and father to get basically nowhere. i would also probably have to sit down for a couple of days and realize that i had basically thrown away what precious life i had left.
xxxxxi've done a lot of traveling. weeks of painful hiking through the yosemite national mountains and a little bit of death valley. high altitude sickness apparently ran in the family. my father passed first, in the mountains. he slipped, and i got the pleasure to see him tumble down into some sort of crevice. my mother and i, we mourned him for days. we had been reluctant to continue. my mother was the one to finally pull through and order me down the rest of the trail we had been following. death valley had been worse. no water. no nothing. my mother had gotten attacked by a coyote, and i had ran. i had heard her screams turn from a fortissimo, to a forte, then a mezzo piano, piano, and finally? just silence. as if nothing had happened. the one hundred and thirty degree temperature during the day, and freezing points at night hadn't helped either. my water supply had almost dwindled away, and i had felt half dead. the only thing that kept we going was the simple reluctance to die.
xxxxxmy new motto was now 'self preservation over everything'.
xxxxxyou see, little journal, i'm headed to barstow, california. i happen to come from carson city, nevada. quite a long way i had to walk. i would hate for it to be for nothing.
xxxxxi write these parting words as the sun slowly bleeds away, finally succumbing to the wrath of the night. wow - what a cheesy line. i didn't even know i was capable of publishing something like that onto paper. anyways, my time of consulting to you is unfortunately coming to an end. i can't waste my last matches, not even for you.

until daylight,
mento

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xxxxxＪＡＮＵＡＲＹ ＴＷＥＮＴＹ－ＴＨＩＲＤ，

xxxxxso sorry for skipping a day, dear journal, i think some hooligans have caught on to me. they're quite loud for a group of survivors. they do nothing but scream in unison and fight each other. i think that one of them have already passed on to another world. i'm convinced that i heard a gunshot followed by a scream last night. they seem to be following me, and the only time i get any sort of rest is when the sun is twenty minutes of setting, when they build a fire and eat whatever meat they gunned down during the day. i'm convinced that they'll turn carnivorous if they ever do run out of things to eat.
xxxxxmy writing is shaking, due to the fact that i am sitting in a tree. i remember reading about something like this in my early years. my parents had strongly cautioned me not to, 'you'll get nightmares', if i remember correctly. it was about twelve districts, ruled by a corrupt government. every year, they would come together to murder one another, until there was one winner.
xxxxxit kind of reminds me of how life is now, though this world is not as luxurious. the hunger something... i don't really remember the title of the book. it was okay, though i remember getting nightmares afterwards.
xxxxxi remember that one of the winners had climbed a tree and tied herself there with a belt to keep from falling down. that was exactly where i got the inspiration to climb a tree and attach myself to its trunk with some thick nylon ropes. now, as long as i don't fail miserably and fall out of the tree, i'll be fine.
xxxxxi'll probably fall out through, due to my habit of rolling around while sleeping. i wonder how that character stayed put. her name was kathryen, i think.
xxxxxtalk about off topic.
xxxxxi can smell and see the smoke from their campfire. why does it smell so great? i really don't know. i'm almost out of food though. i don't know what i'll do after i'm finished with the handful of blueberries i have tucked away.
xxxxxi'm so hungry and tired...
xxxxxi can't think of anything other than food.

goodnight.
- mento