LOG #2
How the hell am I going to survive in this creepy place all alone? I am only a psychologist. I don't know how to stay alive in a strange land. But I still have hope that someone will come and rescue me. Luckily, somebody's bag came along with me. I found some useful stuff, like a pen, a notebook, and some books. But I still don't know what I am going to be eating. Might as well just explore the Island to find out out if there's anything out there for me to eat. Oh, boy, am I glad that I grew up in wild. I basically grew up in a small country, Nepal without any technologies. I came to the United States when I was thirteen years old. Back in my home country I would go hunting with my family. Big forests never really scared me. I am just afraid that I might die from starvation. All I could think about is surviving. As I was wandering around I found some weird looking fruits. I grabbed bunch and ate as much as I possibly could. I ate until I could hardly walk. Hey, this girl gotta eat a lot to survive. Now that my belly is full I still got one more problem, how am I going to sleep here at night? It's already getting colder. I will have to collect big leaves and make a blanket out of it. I gathered as much vines and leaves I could. There was way I want to spend the night on the wet ground with thousands of bugs crawling on me. So, instead I climbed a tree and tied myself with bunch of vines. I happen to be a good tree climber. Thank you, dad for that. I spent the night in a tree, and when I woke up my whole body was sore. Somehow, my legs were bruised. I still managed to walk around because I have to collect food and make shelter again.
I collected everything I need to survive for few days. Now, I am exhausted. I am even too tired to write, so I will start my new log tomorrow if something does not eat me while I am still asleep.
