Survival Island

JANUARY 1ST, 1995

Hi, my name is Dan. I am 23 years old, and I am planning leave home forever SO FUCK YOU MOM! anyways, I plan to move to another country by ship, because nothing will go wrong. I am writing all this down on a notebook so I keep track of what happens.

JANUARY 2ND, 1995

It's day two, I have set sail. The captain won't stop staring at me, but that's okay. He's probably just too shy.

JANUARY 9, 1995

It's been nine days. The ship has been crashed into an island, everyone is dead. the storm won't stop. I'm stuck here with just the two of my friends Tyrone, and Nicolas Cage.

XXXXX XX, 1995

I've lost count of how many days it has been. My finger is swollen from marking the calenders on the sand. Tyrone has been acting strange lately, today he threatened to cut and eat himself if he doesn't find food. But me and Nicolas Cage laughed,

XXXXX XX, 1995

This morning me and Nicolas Cage woke up to see Tyrone laying dead on the floor with his body half eaten alive. He wasn't fucking kidding, he really meant it. Nicolas Cage won't stop sobbing for Tyrone, he decided to piss on his dead body as a sign to never forget him. R.I.P

XXXXX XX, 1995

Nicolas Cage tried to attack and eat me. We're all going starving. I told him to put his head into the water to see if he could spot any fish nearby, he said okay and I drowned him. I later cooked and ate him, I couldn't help it.

XXXXX XX, 1995

I'm the only surviving one now. I have given up all hope. No one will ever find me, no one has any clue where the hell I am. I'm currently holding a gun next to me head. As soon as I close this book, I will shoot.