3/14/09
DAY THIRTY-TWO
Dear Diary, I think I'm actually going to kill these people. All they do all day is build more tree houses out of jungle branches. Singing, cheery songs. Of joy. And then at night they sit around a new campfire they build for that night and sing campfire songs. Of joy. As a family. It sickens me. And then they invite me to join them in their little ceremony. Of joy. Dear God, why did this happen to me? Why did that damn plane crash on this island?! No one has come to rescue us, and all these people do is plot their next move on a band of pirates that have been circling the island. Maybe I should try to join them. At least they don't sing campfire songs.
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