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April 28
>I am entering the bush. I found a .22-caliber Remington, and I hope it will serve me well. I have been walking for God knows how long. I do not have much food or clothing and it seems as if I had not prepared enough for this part of my journey. Hopefully this trip into the wild will provide me with the happiness that I have for so long been looking for. I will update when and if I can.
July 3
>I am attempting to leave the bush. I am not in the correct condition to live like this. In order to leave, I must cross the Teklanika River. The only problem is that the river has swelled to over five times its normal size and has become violent and uncrossable. I have become lonely and scared. If I attempt to cross, I will surely be swept to my death. Is it worth it? Was any of this worth it? The task proves impossible and I make my way back to the bus.
July 24
>And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness… And this was most vexing of all. Happiness is only real when shared. I was wrong. I think it is time for me to return home
July 30
>I am extremely weak and this is the fault of none other than myself and the pot seed. I am having trouble standing up and walking. I am in great jeopardy and in need of assistance.
August 18
>This may be my last entry. I cannot move. I have not eaten in three days and am trapped in my sleeping bag due to weakness. Hopefully, my family is doing well and my death does not pain them too much. It was a, literal, once-in-a-lifetime chance to be able to experience a life without any interaction or connection to the outside world. I have learned what it is like to truly love and be love, and to be, it the most literal sense possible, happy. I have experienced more in the past two years than I ever did previously. I love each of you. I have had a happy life and thank the Lord. Goodbye and may God bless all
