Survival Of The Fittest

"I know something.

"My best friend's name is the Reaper.

"Take it from 'im.

"Save me from myself, I just wanna go'- I've created Hell.

"I turn my bible to the page six-hundred-sixty-six.

"God damn it, I can't fucking sing. I'm fucking out of breath. I hate it here. It's fucking stupid. I'm so fucking sweaty because I've walked so much. If feels like my boots are slushing in pools of sweats.

"This. Fucking. Sucks.

"I can't even listen to Björk because I couldn't find a Walkman. This is so fucking stupid. And worst of all: I'm fucking lonely. Everyone on this island sucks, and everyone on this island is a loser. I hate everyone. I hate you. I hate this island. And the worst of all, I hate myself. Gosh, I hate myself. This island is so fucking stupid. It's designed to kill us and make us think this is our fault.

"I wanna' go home. I wanna' go to the mine. I wanna' go to the Hot Spring. I wanna go anywhere else than this stupid path with stupid footprints and stupid cameras.

"This place is stupid."