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Can't stand being alone.


I cannot stand being alone too long. I begin to get eager that leads to panic attacks. If I were to carry one thing on me being stranded on an island. One thing I can’t leave behind is my cell phone, but that is alright. Other people’s opinions may be that I need to take something useful that will be a for sure way to stay safe. It was meant to be, staying all by myself on an island far away from the disaster that chapping around me that I cry for help. I would not get bored with my cell phone on. I could literally sit and listen to my music for hours and not give a care about the world. If someone were to rescue me, I would not want to be willing to leave. Could you imagine having the best day of your life on an island with no worries and listing to good music? Actually, nothing in the world sounds better right now then to be hanging out on a beach looking at open water getting a break from the world and its issues. I would take my cell phone over anything, maybe I could get cell reception and call  for help eventually. 

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