Day FORTY FIVE : Day FORTY SIX : I can't take it anymore...

Day Forty Five : February 16, 2010 : Tuesday

It is bloody hot. Bloody hot and I am working under the sun. Working how? Collecting food and wood and making shelter. Isidor is a very delusional prick. And bossy. He believes we'll be stuck here for years so we (And by we, he means ME) need to build a shelter to keep us safe from the storms. Apollo, the storms. Don't let them hit this island. They are freaky powerful. But really. Clearly we wont get stuck here for years... I mean, I have a journey to finish here. I need to get to a plane by Saturday. I SERIOUSLY need to get to a plane. I won't get stuck here...right?

OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA GET STUCK HERE FOR YEARS!!!!

Okay, okay. I became hysterical and started screaming and crying. Isidor snapped me out and decided that the heat was getting to me. Well, yeah, if the heat looks like ISIDOR. It's that cunt who set me panicking! He also called me delusional... Really, I should speak my mind and tell him everything I want to tell him...
But it turns out I can't. I don't really know how to tell him. I'm afriad I'll hurt his feelings... So I won't tell him, because I am a caring Apollonian. Even though he's already bossing me like a mule just because he's older, and even though he already called me everything I'm not.

Yep. I won't tell him, cause I'm a caring Apollonian.
Dammit.

And the rest of the day was spent in hard labour. I don't even know how much more of this I can take... At least we have food. Fish and coconut juice. (Ha! Fish and coconut juice. I am so happy.)

Day Forty Six : February 17, 2010 : Wednesday

I had just about enough of this! I can't take it anymore. I can't fucking take it anymore. I am so serious I could cry! That Isidor dude has been bossing me around since fuck-knows-when and I don't want to say baad things to him because I am a man of virtues, but if he bosses me around ONE MORE TIME I swear to Apollo I'll be the one who murders him!

I mean, fuck. His voice! Annoying! He's been shouting at me since early this morning. I haven't even eatne my breakfast yet. You don't shout at hungry people. It's just rude and...and wrong! His voice is already so strangely familiar that I want to cut his throat out of his neck!

It's a good thing this place has many fruits and oranges. Else, I wouldn't know what might've happened.
I should really fight back... I should tell him what I want to say. I'll go... I'll go right now!! He's gonna be soooo sorry.

It's nighttime. Perrrrfect. So the moon is the only witness of what might happen tonight. He. He. He...