I live on a deserted island. I don’t exactly remember how long ago I got here, but I do remember how. I was on a ship, trying to learn how to drive when suddenly it malfunctioned. It spiraled out of control and ended up hitting a rock, breaking but not before capsizing. I remember being under the boat panicked, as it was sinking to the sea floor with me still under it. So much things flashed before my eyes, most of which I can’t remember. The rest of my way here is kind of a haze, I just vaguely remember grabbing at something, anything really. If I had to make an assumption, in my panicked state I managed to grab onto something with buoyancy, blacked out or just zoned out of everything, and eventually drifted to this place. I tried walking around making a mental map, but only could really tell that the shape of the island was oval-like. It looks like it was abandoned half way through building a resort on it. I managed to clear a room in this abandoned half finished resort after waking up on the first day? Second day? I don’t know how long I was out for. Luckily it seemed like due to the remoteness the resort was planning to be half self-sustained, so I found some seeds and some soil that wasn’t too bad. I also lucked out on them making a rain filter before abandoning the project, so I manage to live here. The island, for reference, is half forest half partially made resort. The forest so far seems to be lively, and no dangerous things besides the occasional bug I didn’t know existed. I’m mostly okay, although its still so lonely. I miss the people I love. I miss my cats. I miss my dog. I miss my friends. Sure the alone time laying down on the yellow sand may be fun, but I never want to be alone for so long. It’s barely livable, and im running out of medical supplies the resort left behind.