Week 1Mature

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The first week of since starting this journal wasn't very eventful. Not that any week is. Most days are pretty repetitive now. My daily routine runs along the lines of looking for supplies, keeping the generators running, and partaking various activities to keep me from dying of boredom.

One such activity was playing video games. I had never understood the appeal of video games, but my son used to go mad about upcoming games, or would tell us about how great a game he's playing is. I would just respond with good for you or glad you're enjoying it, although really I could give a shit. 

I thought to myself that many people used to spend hours pressing away at a controller, and apparently it's fun, so I thought I might as well try. If it keeps me sane, I'll do anything. I had to go down the high street to get a console and some games. I couldn't go in my sons room. I stood outside his bedroom door, just looking at the childish drawing on his door. "Jacks room nock before comming in" was written in poorly coloured block letters. Looking at that made me upset, almost bursting into tears. I knew I couldn't bring myself to go in their. I can't go in many of the rooms of the house now, only the living room, where I now sleep, and the kitchen.

So I decided to get a new console instead. I perused the games in the store to see if anything took my fancy, although nothing really did. I haven't found it particularly enjoyable, but it passes the time. Passing the time is all I do anymore.

What I really want to do is go back to work. It's amazing to realise how much I miss my 9 to 5 job. It had good pay and I met great people, but it wasn't very fulfilling. But it was a big part of my life before this, and without it I feel empty and bored half the time.

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