July 18th around noon I think
Why? Why is this happening to me?
That’s the thought that keeps circling my mind. Every time I try to think of anything else, that thought intrudes. It’s a whiny, petulant thought but it refuses to go away.
I’ve been trapped out here on this God-forsaken boat for almost two weeks now and I have finally come to the realization that I’m going to die. I’m writing this on the back of the boater safety pamphlet I found under the seat in its water tight plastic sleeve. The irony isn’t lost on me and I hope it isn’t lost on you-whoever you are. I can see the headlines now-Dead Man Found In Wrecked Boat: Last Thoughts Recorded On Boater’s Safety Pamphlet. Ha! I guess that’s a pretty crappy headline after all. Probably won’t even be a headline, I’ll be lucky to get an obit hahahaha! Oh God why? Why!?!
July 19th a little after 10 am
Sorry about that I’m better now. After I finished that little blurb up there I had myself a good long fit. Those were almost my last words because I almost threw myself overboard in my rage. I don’t know why I don’t. I have no food and I used the last of the water just this morning and the sun! It hasn’t rained in eight days. Hell it hasn’t clouded over in eight days. My skin is like red paper and my mouth is so dry, my tongue so swollen, that I couldn’t talk if I had someone to talk to. All I have left is this pen and this paper and the paper is going to be used up pretty fast. I don’t know what I –Oh God it’s just too much. I saw a ship on the horizon but I have no way to signal them and they didn’t see me. It’s over. It’s all over.
Jali 22nd daytime
Know water for three days and no sign of rain or a boat or land. This is the end of the pamflet and the end of me. My hands are so shaky and my mouth is so dry I just want to die. Hey that rymes hahahaha dry and die fry pie lie hahahaha and bye. It’s time to say goodby to everbody. So by-bye everybody I hope to see you soon hahahaha oh god why why why
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The spelling errors are on purpose.