Dear Mom and Dad,
On June 2 2012, I was stuck in the wild, stuck without anything but a hatchet.
So now I’m writing this message for whoever finds this letter.
It has been 47 days, since the plane crash, now I have shelter, food, fish and raw turtle eggs.
It is really hard to survive the wild, I might commit suicide.
I’m trying my best to survive, but it’s too hard.
I feel it’s the end of me, the end of my life, end of my family.
I’m hopeless.
This message is here to tell you that I’m done, done for good.
Goodbye Mom and Dad.