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Zachariah Pimentel-Cornejo - 5 Day Journal and Word of The Day
Zachariah Pimentel-Cornejo - 5 Day Journal and Word of The Day
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Journal: (try to fill in the entire box with your writing)
Date 2/1
Growing up I had a group of friends, together there were about 8 of us or so. We
started growing older but during our teenage years a deadly pandemic hit that was killing
people left and right. One after another each of my friends got sick and went through a long
painful death, after each one the remaining helped bury them. Soon I found it to just be me,
the only one, with a shovel burying my last friend. I didn’t even know who to mourn over, one
after another was just too much for me. Too much for anyone. The feeling in my heart like it
had been stabbed with a knife over and over again and then twisted with no mercy filled me
everyday. I would often sleep long hours hoping to wake up from this nightmare but the only
thing I woke up to was the recurring pain of my reality. They say that time heals pain but
they’re wrong, it only teaches us to live with it. I quickly became mentally ill and I dealt with
severe depression, those who I had left tried to talk to me but that is not what I wanted. I hate
talking to people when I’m down, the last thing I want is people around me asking that I
express my feelings. To this day I still have the hole in my heart, the feeling of emptiness, like
if I am incomplete. Throughout this battle with the world I have been able to get through the
mourning, depression, and suicidal thoughts that once haunted me.
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Journal: (try to fill in the entire box with your writing)
Date 2/3
I had recently just started working as a security for Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, it was about
my third week or so there. Everything had gone pretty normal, nothing out of the blue, but still
like others when beginning a new job I was extra alert. So each and every night I kept my
eyes peeled onto the camera and watched each and every prisoner through the night, at
times I would even forget to blink. But after days and weeks went by I stopped caring so much
as I realized nothing was going to happen. I mean after all we were in the world's highest
security prison right? No one had ever escaped Alcatraz anyways so who could possibly do it
now? Usually when I am not working I sleep during the day since I work through the night, I
am basically nocturnal by now. But today was different. I went home late and went to sleep
like I usually do. I had heard some issues with my car started and realized I needed to take it
to the auto shop. Waiting for the car took about 3-4 hours so that was my sleep I was throwing
out the window just being there. I took it home after getting fixed and tried to sleep but I
couldn't. It was already time for me to go to work, so I forced myself up and went. I lasted
maybe about 2 hours before slowly dozing off, thinking eh what could happen? Then I woke
up and the most notorious inmate there was gone, my heart dropped.
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