"I haven't touched her for two weeks." hahaha. I feel like I'm reading a page out of Chris McCandless' journal.
"Dear Diary,
Day 32. The cold is starting to pierce through the night. I ate a few wild berries and washed my undergarments down by the creek. It felt good to feel the cool water against my skin again. It has been two weeks since I've touched her. The school bus is starting to smell like musk. I suspect the beaver has come to reclaim his territory again. I wish I was sitting alone in the dark. Hopefully tomorrow is better."
"Dear Diary,
Day 32. The cold is starting to pierce through the night. I ate a few wild berries and washed my undergarments down by the creek. It felt good to feel the cool water against my skin again. It has been two weeks since I've touched her. The school bus is starting to smell like musk. I suspect the beaver has come to reclaim his territory again. I wish I was sitting alone in the dark. Hopefully tomorrow is better."