gone he’s gone i can’t live like this the amount of fear and terror I’ve felt since I’ve been here is driving me INSANE. and yet, the only thing here that’s given me the SLIGHTEST bit of hope is gone, disappeared right in front of my eye. if I was just a small bit faster, maybe he would still be here. i want to go home. i want this to be over. my food is gone. my only friend here is gone. i don’t know what I’m even going to do. does anyone even miss me? does anyone even know I’m gone? how long have I been here? Days? Weeks? Months? Maybe even years?? .. no I’m overreacting if I can just survive awhile longer, maybe I’ll find something else, maybe someone will find me. I’ll just hunt what I can. if something doesn’t hunt me first.
