Dear diary:An entry in space

Dear diary, I'm in the future. It's 4098. I'm currently in a pod in the middle of space. This is my home now. Forever that I live, I will be sitting in a pod eating jam Richie's(a sugary mixture made out of chocolate, jam and marshmallows, rapped in a pastry rectangle). This is the time when one starts to regret turning a vampire a thousand years before.

Lack of gravity pulled everyone off earth. Due to the lack oxygen in space, everyone is dead. Well done gravity. Anyway, everyday, a pain in my throat is getting increasingly sore. I don't know what it is, but it worries me. What if I'm actually starting to need oxygen to live like the humans did? What will I do? Goodbye diary, safe trip home.