Sorry. It's been awhile. I'm not used to writing. It slipped my mind. I've been driving a lot. I just keep moving. It's all I can do. Keep moving. Keep helping.
I'm in Montana. I have been a day or two. I made a mistake. I drove through the Lewis and Clark forest. Paranoia the entire time. I swore I saw him everywhere. I don't know why. I haven't seen him in months. I don't think I saw him yesterday either. Not with how quiet it has been.
Money is getting tight. I've been staying in my car again. I don't mind. It's cool out. It's actually storming now. I have food for another week. Went shopping this morning. I should make it to the 1st alright. Not panicking like last month.
I miss Caleb. In the store, there was a mother and son. She was paying with food stamps. I saw the pain in her eyes. She didn't even buy much. She still barely had enough. I started talking to her. I knew not to offer to pay. I could tell she wouldn't accept. Instead, I bought three candy bars. Gave two to the kid, on to the mother. He thanked me. She smiled. It was the least I could do.
Everything we do is important. We are the dead. Do your best to aid the living. Do good.