The 28th Day of the 12th Moon

I feel nauseous. I have for the past few days. I keep dreaming about Lypo. I have even had a dream about my family being murdered on their way to a safe-haven. I know I am not sick, I am just worried. But I have no energy. I have no desire to do much of anything. Cherish has been very understanding about us not reading. Franklin has been trying to get me to interact with the others. But I just cannot. I have felt dizzy, nauseous, and like I am not really here. That is a poor attempt to describe how I feel, but I have no other words. I just simply do not feel as though this is reality and the only thing telling me it is is the nausea and dizziness. I on occasion feel as though I am going to cry, but I know my father would not approve, so I just try to ignore it.

I feel awful, just entirely awful.