"Fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm lost!", she said, as she walked around the small island.
"Hellooooooooo?!", she yelled out into the air, of course, no one could hear her, but she thought that it was worth trying.
She sits down and sees a pen and paper next to a rotten corpse, then she feels something biting her left shoulder. She went to have a look at her shoulder, and she discovered that it was a wasp that bit her.
"Ow! Fuck you!", she yelled, to the sun, "Fuck you wasp!", she yelled once again, it was really painful. Just as was going to kill the wasp it died.
"Well, that turned out well for me." She said smugly, with a mass grin on her face.
She looked over her shoulder, to see the pen, paper, and the rotting corpse, "I guess I have nothing else to do...."
To whoever reads this I hope you have saved me already and I am off this island...
If you never find this I'm guessing you're never going to find me...
I'm writing this so if I go insane I will have evidence to show you I was not insane before.
So dear person that reads this I'm sorry if you see my dead body next to this piece of paper, just like I did...
I hope that I can survive here on this island, I haven't found anyone here, and I doubt that I will ever will unless someone saves me I will never see another human being again...
I'm starting to run out of space to write, so I'm sorry dear reader, until next time dear person...
Goodbye...
She looked up from the paper and it was almost sunset, "Wow, time sure did go quickly when you are writing.", she said, as the sun was about to set.
"Maybe I should write more often." She whispered to herself, her voice starting to go. She laid on her back as she looked up at the sky, the stars starting to appear above her.
"Wow...", she said. In her eyes it was breathtaking, she was fascinated by it.
After a couple of minutes of staring at the night star, she sat up, a little dizzy.
"I should really keep doing that," she said, "That was really relaxing". As she stood up, she couldn't take her eyes off of the sky.
She was starting to get tired, so she walked around the island, trying to see if she could find something to sleep on.
"Fuck there's nothing here!" She cursed to herself, slightly angry.
"I guess I'm going to have to make my own bed tonight..." She starts walking around the tiny island again, trying to find absolutely anything to make a bed with. "Well. I'm going to be sleeping on the floor tonight...", she says with a great amount of disappointment in her voice.
She slowly walks over to the opposite side of the island, the only place she could find shade, so she walked over to the tree on the hot summer night.
"Goodnight world..." She says as she lays down on the ground, but she couldn't fall asleep. For hours she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Why the fuck can I not sleep!?" She yelled to herself, she was tired but she couldn't go to sleep, so she got up and, looked around the surrounding area.
"I'm already starting to go crazy..." she said to herself, "I guess that paper will be the only evidence that will prove I was not crazy when I came here..." She sits up, and she looked around again.
"Hello!" she yelled into the open, it echoed several times, about 10 times. "Hahahaha!" She laughed, then, she suddenly felt a large wave of tiredness.
"I guess I will go to sleep now.", she said and she laid back down on her side, "OW!" She screamed out in pain, her wound opened and it was starting to bleed.
"I didn't know that I have a wound!" She exclaimed in pain. "I'll deal with it tomorrow." She said brushing it off, then she went to sleep within seconds.