Dear Diary: Today I died

Entry 4

Sunday, July 24'th, 2009

Dear Diary,

It just occurred to me that I really should be looking out for any boats or plane or even helicopters that happen to pass by. I have to take every chance I can get. I don't know how I'll get their attention though. It's not like they'll spot a tiny little white speck waving at them out of the blue (get it, diary? Out of the blue? Because it's just ocean and now, out of the BLUE ocean, there's an island. Get it? Haha. Hilarious, right? Right? Ah, well) on a random desert island, the size of an ant from their perspective, most likely. I guess I'll just have to figure something out tomorrow. Maybe there's something deep in the jungle that could help me.

So this morning, after a breakfast of a quarter of a packet of crisps out of my bag and some water from the spring, I went out in the direction of the mountain for a better view of the island. But there was a problem.

It wasn't a mountain.

It really did look like a mountain, honestly. From the spring it did, anyway. But as I neared it I realised it was actually some kind of huge pyramid thing, the tip of it covered in a disgusting green moss, and what I could see of the original thing was just gray, like ordinary stone. I like to think it was once golden. Perhaps there was human life on this island once, that somehow died out, hundreds of years ago. How interesting that I would land on such an island.

I didn't dare try to climb up to the top, as I would most likely have lost my balance and slid down, or worse, fell and died! It's a pretty large pyramid; I mean, how else could I have mistook it for a mountain? I also spotted a large entryway in the centre, but I almost missed it, as vines were hanging over it. I'm sure there's some great ancient treasure in there or something, but it looks dangerous - the place could tumble any minute! Plus, it's the dirtiest thing I've ever seen and I don't like dirty things; I like to keep myself clean, even if I do happen to be stuck on a desert island in the middle of the ocean with no hope of ever escaping. No wait, that's the pessimism kicking in again. Better kick that back out.

I tried using some branches and twigs I found lying around to construct a small wooden boat. Obviously, it didn't work. I'm not at all experienced at building anything, so it collapsed into a heap before it had even made contact with the water. There's one idea out of the window. And that was pretty much the only real idea I had apart from waiting for some random dude to come rescue me, so yeah, I'll have fun with that.

I remember a few wild animals have been approaching me from out of the jungle recently. They didn't harm me, so either they're too scared or they don't like the taste of humans. I'd be scared too, if I were them. A strange new creature arrives in their exotic jungle, inhabited by friends they knew and loved for years, until I came. That's understandable, though it seems like they're becoming less afraid, because they weren't showing up yesterday. I think I have reason to be slightly terrified. Just ever so slightly.

My food supply isn't lasting as long as I had hoped. It's quickly dwindling, and I predict it'll run out in about three days. This isn't good. Not good at all. If my food runs out, I could always start slaying the animals and using them for food. Or eat some random worms or ants or stuff off the ground. I think that's what cavemen did. Well, actually I think they slayed animals, but I'm sure they enjoyed a meal of beetle every once in a while. Or I could explore the jungle for some other food source - perhaps there's coconuts somewhere in there! In fact, that's what I'll do tomorrow morning after breakfast. If I don't find anything, oh well, that's fine. I think I'm already going insane anyway. It's not like I have a family that cares about me and it's probably longing to have me back. That is, if they aren't already dead...

No. I'm done, diary. This entry is don --- Oh bloody hell. I just splodged the whole page with a... I'm so angry --'1-__\./!-1c--