Day 130

Spring is here. The snow has melted. It's actually quite beautiful up here. But what isn't beautiful? The flies. They swarm me all the time. As if I needed further proof of my decaying body.

It's been quiet though. Besides the drone of flies. Almost peaceful. I've grown accustomed to the burning in my soul. It doesn't weigh as heavily as it once did. It helps I haven't seen a single person since that strange witch.

Day 139

IT IS NOT PEACEFUL.

I FEEL MAGGOTS WRITHING AND BURROWING INTO MY ROTTING BODY.