Fuck, the village is handing out those 'Marital Harmony' pamphlets again today. I took a look, and damn, it's all bullshit about 'uniting for the collective's future.' All I want to say is, who the hell wants to be forced to fuck and then be expected to be grateful for it?

Last night, the neighbors were making a racket like they were tearing the house down, probably 'meeting their quota' again. I rolled over and stared at the wall. Sometimes I think, those few minutes with a dick shoved inside me, in exchange for enough rations to save up an extra month's worth of canned food... maybe it's not unbearable. Fuck, that thought is disgusting, but it's terrifyingly real.

Whatever. At least I can tell myself it's just a transaction. My cunt, for my way out. Once I've saved up enough points for that piece-of-shit ferry, the first thing I'm doing is throwing all these 'Glory to Procreation' leaflets into the sea to feed the fish.