Day one from an attempt on suicide...

I'm not one to drive myself crazy. I'm not none to cause problems for others. Once this 'outbreak' happened, then all went down hill. My own mind is in question. I hauled myself down twelve miles today only to feel the pain in my right leg, as it gave away. An old injury left me with six screws and a plate in my right leg. Now, i'm limping and i know that for my profile, that's a BAD thing. I started to crash. My food supply is based on pills, sodas and chocolate bars and candy. I don't know if i'm going mad but i'm writing this because I feel there's nothing to do left. I do ask for help but at the same time, i won't accept it.

I travel alone. There's none i can trust. Not even myself at this point.