Kreisau Rebel M's Journal

We are all going to die. I can feel it. No sleep for days. Dreams have become fragmented, violent, strange. Helen's face crops up every time. Bloody, half of it missing. Wake up screaming. No sleep. Fuck sleep.
First time writing since... forever. Maybe helps clear my mind. Stopped talking to the others in the Kreisau resistance. Can't stand their looks. Their voices. Safe? Inside the Nazi's own fucking boat? Sure, Blazkowic stole it, but how can we be sure there's no spy equipment installed somewhere? No one answers. No one thinks. Caroline said I'm being too negative. Asked me to contribute with positive energy to the cause. I said "fuck the cause." Humanity's done for. The Nazis won. It's over. They fucking won.
Found a spot now away from the others. Making myself a home. Away from the poeple. Away from malnourished faces and sickly stares looking back at me like kind of... mirrors...
Maybe it's time I sleep now. But I can't. Too afraid of the dreams.
-M
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