Entry 6583.
I feel like there is no point to this expedition. It is unclear what lays at the end of my journey, or even why I embarked on it in the first place. In fact, it seems like every time I grow nearer to my destination, the goalposts seem to shift further away. At first, it was estimated that the trip would be 100 days. It has now been years since I departed from my family. I am losing hope. I have no friends of any kind to talk to, I was forced to kill the animals I left with years ago for food, and even masturbation gets old after a while. I often question my own sanity at this juncture.
I feel like there is no point to this expedition. It is unclear what lays at the end of my journey, or even why I embarked on it in the first place. In fact, it seems like every time I grow nearer to my destination, the goalposts seem to shift further away. At first, it was estimated that the trip would be 100 days. It has now been years since I departed from my family. I am losing hope. I have no friends of any kind to talk to, I was forced to kill the animals I left with years ago for food, and even masturbation gets old after a while. I often question my own sanity at this juncture.