I now have a newfound respect for fishermen. How the hell do you catch fish? I thought it was just getting some worms on a hook and you drop the hook into the ocean. Turns out it’s not that easy. I sat under the sun for 3 hours (hopefully you guys solved global warming by then), all I got was a Box Jellyfish :)

HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO EAT A GODDAMN BOX JELLYFISH!!!!!!!

I’m eating the crackers I found on the dealer’s car right now. Not tasty. You’d think a secret bunker would have some food, but clearly not.

And the air conditioner here isn’t working.

If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

IT’S 2613 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I’M STILL IN THE 1900S?!?

I don’t really enjoy survival.

My mouth right now is dry, the crackers weren’t exactly great. There isn’t even water here, and I’m by the beach. I’m not using the pocket knife. It’s under the floorboards of the bunker. I don’t really want to use it again, or see it with the bloodstains of the dealer. It’s not really something that’ll, well, lighten up my already depressing life, is it?

So I’m here all alone and casually dying.

Maybe death isn’t that bad.

I did kill someone, maybe I deserve this. Maybe I’ll starve to death here.

God, I miss home.

Well, home with an actual sane family that won’t sell me, I guess.