Day: 11
Its been 4 days 12 hours and 23 minutes since my last fix. The anxiety is the worst I'm constantly looking behind me, checking corners i feel useless unworthy a person in the darkness, alone. Its not just that thought its the cold sweats during the night and the need to be tapping or fiddling with something 24 hours a day i wish i had my guitar but it was in the cargo when the plane crashed and we have no idea where that part of the plane wreckage is, at least with my guitar i could keep myself busy as there is literally nothing to do round here but wait for some kind of rescue. In addiction the hallucinations are pretty rough, the jungle is scary enough with they giant monster thing and God only knows whatever else without me imagining people in the jungle but the people i see aren't people i know or have seen before, they wear simple off colour clothes and no shoes. I try to forget about the people in the jungle i tell myself that its all in my head but they just seem so real, as if i were to touch them i'd feel warm smooth skin against my rough fingertips. Sayid returned today he had been gone 3 days. Apparently he was 7 miles along the coast when he came across some sort of thick wire buried in the sand, to which he followed for about quarter mile into the jungle when he tripped a wire and got caught in some sort of boar trap, that's when she found him. Danielle Rousseau! The french woman who's message we heard on the transceiver. she is still alive after 16 years, she mentioned to Sayid that there are others on this island, people who aren't meant to be trusted. I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe that i haven't been imagining these people
