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Dear mom and dad, I’m suck out here in the woods felling hopeless, and I don’t think I’ll make it out. At least I still remember all the good memories he had all the good dinners ah. It would be nice to have that here all those spices to make it taste a whole lot better. But at least I have food I’m not going to complain, I least I have food. I have a lean-to and that’s where I sleep and that’s where my fire was. It’s hard out here all alone no one to talk to about how I feel and no one to show them what I accomplished. It would be nice though, but yeah it is very hard doing this all on my own I’ve been here about forty seven days and I managed to get through. I’m feeling very depressed, this is because a couple days back I plain past me without noticing I was here the struck he with a very sharp feeling of hopelessness and I was losing it. My fire already went out and I already tried committing suicide. This is very hard like I said before, me in the wilderness is even harder since I’m a city boy and don’t know too much about survival. If I grew up in the country I think I would have been off to a way better start. I’m thinking of just ending it all. When I saw that plain pass me I knew they weren’t coming for me and it just left me scared the whole was though that they weren’t coming. When it passed me I forgot about everything I was just thinking about me never getting out of here. And that did not help me at all, I forgot to add wood to my fire I forgot to eat I am falling apart.