Dear mom and dad.

I’m in the middle of a Canadian forest and this letter will be the last of my life and I give up.

When I saw the plane going back for good, a bunch of words came to my head like: depressed, low, suicidal, blue, bad, terrible, sick, gutted, clouddown, funk, alone and even the word dead came. Right now I’m feeling even worse than that day when I got lost in the store.

In that time I saw the plane I felt glorious, I got as happy as if I had won the lottery, until I saw it going back. In that moment I got as sad as a jailed bird.

I have been in this forest for about 47 days, 47 days surviving in the wildness. I know I got really close, you might even say no, don’t give up now, sorry but it will end I n this moment.

If the plane would came back it would take years, and after those years I might even forget about you too. I thought that it would have been too much for me, so I give up.

This will be the last note in my life, goodbye.

From: Brian