I spoke of a personal event I went through at 17.. maine woods. I was waiting for my time to leave for a military tour... that turned into a year. No relatives here, my dad was a nut case at the time (and still in trouble to mention it). Strange odds upon me.
Sticks in the wood stove, some venison. proportions of food unlikely to be survivable.
A church group learned of my tale, and I found a box of food more than once.
I am scary to a coyote, and a wolf is curious.
this story is pathetic.
definitely suicide, the original story and this one.
I remember that tugged at a relatives emotions, that original story...because it followed my own. I am not suicidal however.
my own was about a year before that original guy that walked off. Very peculiar...even now.
I told a formal .. "entity" I guess to call it. I was not at fault in any way. It made this place a hell it is often described as being.
Not sure what is inspiring to know you are not going to make it and do it anyway.
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