I think this ship is going to sink…

It’s hard to motivate myself to even write this… I’m tired, worn out, hungry, and I feel like I’m losing it! But I gotta get these messages out, maybe there’s someone out there…

The food has run out. I’ve got the last handful of beans soaking in some water right now… It’s not the best thing to be eating. I know it’s going to cause me more problems, cause my body can’t handle them very well, but at least my belly will have something in it.

I’m falling apart. I don’t have any hope left that this storm will ever pass. It feels like I’ve been here all my life. Forever on the verge of collapsing or capsizing, and being swallowed whole into the abyss.

I feel like giving up… what’s the point in fighting it any longer. My demise is on the horizon, but I keep telling myself that if I can just make it a little while longer, then maybe, just maybe, I will make it through.

And yet I’m still here, still lost at sea…