October 13th, 2001
Dear Diary,
It's been too long. Something is wrong. There is something terribly wrong. He never meant to be away THIS LONG. It's been TWO YEARS to the DAY tomorrow… Two Long, Lonely years. Does he seriously expect me to sit her forever and do NOTHING? I have to find him… I can't just sit here on this island and rot from the inside out. My parents hate me, my friends have given up on me, my doctor thinks I'm going through a "phase", and my only way to cope with this pain is the Diary. Mom and dad took my knife and they still haven't decided on whether or not I should be shipped off to grandmother's house ASAP. Well I have news for them: I'm not going to be here for much longer. I'm leaving. I'm going to find him. I MUST GET OUT OF HERE AND HELP HIM. I am not going to wait any longer. This is it. I start tomorrow. I'll gather supplies and get a boat… and I'll find him.
