Day 137. I started eating less, even though it makes me uncomfortable. As my blood sugar drops, my anxiety grows. I think I heard strange noises again last night.
I have completely lost hope of finding anything edible besides the ill-fated dry rations. Even the fiber from the torn suits I use for sleeping turned out to be synthetic and completely inedible. Not to mention the materials used in the construction of the compartment. Unfortunately, our bodies cannot adapt to eating plastic and metal in six months.