Literature
Isolated thoughts
I am me... won't pretend I'm happy. Well I could, but that would just be wasting time and energy. I want to die but I have so many reasons to live.... My buddy Tyler visited every once in a while he handed me a stick. He told me to hold onto the stick because it was my will to live. I was confused at first but I humored him and I kept the stick. He then left and didn't come back. I felt abandoned but I still held onto that silly branch.. I explored my slowly expanding island like he wanted. 12 miles to the north of my rock, 10 to the south, 11 to the east, and 8 to the west. There is no sun, no sky or stars. It's just me, my rock, and my mars