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23rd November

It's an auto immune disease.

My body hates itself so much it makes itself ill.

I was in a plane crash in the desert and only myself and three other people survived. We wandered in the desert lost for weeks and would have starved to death if it wasn't for the extra skin my body produced. Was it cannibalism or was it just survival?

The sun beat down and the vitamins hit me and I started to heal. The one time my disease was proving useful it started to get better.

Then we realised we were actually on a beach in Wales and not stranded in a desert. We went to the pub and had a pie and it all came back. I started to shed again.

I don't know if you are being kind or if it is the first move in a pointless game of chess. A game that I have no chance of winning.

'Always look on the bright side of life' they say.

It is always night here.

There is always a total eclipse.


Played 'Spiderman' or rather 'Marvel's Spider-man' for a bit. It's alright. It's like Crackdown for morons.

The invasion has started.

28 days.

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