I liked to write in my "Thinking Journal", in which I wrote all my thoughts and all of my "deepest and darkest secrets" in. In it I wrote 'Today is August 12th, 3:07 PM, my mood had changed quite drastically since 1PM today, my thoughts all jumbled around in my clogged up head space, Today is August 12th at 3:07 PM' then I stopped, stopped to think about all of what had happened in the last few days I'd been in this yet deserted country.
I'd veered off my set path, "into the dense forest" I said to myself. I needed some time to think, some time to rest and get my mind in order before starting up again on my bare feet. I said goodnight, even though it was 3PM, I had so much PTSD that I couldn't piece together my reality.
"It's 7PM, I awoke yet again but quite startled because of my pac, it had gone missing whilst I was sleeping. The Lieutenant had always said to me this funny thing, 'what goes bump in the night', although it wasn't nighttime yet I got what he said because the alleged intruder must've tripped over something to make that loud crash and bang sound.