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.