My heart aches. Food has no appeal to me. I can't sleep. The soldiers here leave things lying around. I feel invisible. It does not matter. Nothing matters. How long has it been? I think ten days. No, it has only been seven. What does it matter anyway? The one I love does not love me. I am tired. I think I will rest under this tree. It is quiet and dark here. Maybe they will leave me along. I will just close my eyes for a momment and rest.