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-- Day 71 --

Dear Diary,

I don't know how to express what I'm feeling right now. For the first time in forever, I had hope. Then it was gone.

Another ship passed by the island last night. A cruise ship. It might have been as big as the High Seas Dreamer. It was getting dark so it had all of its lights on.

I got all of the sparklers from camp and lit them all to try to get their attention. I waved like a mad woman, jumping around. I yelled and screamed until I went completely hoarse

.

They didn't see me. I saw them slowly sail across the horizon until they disappeared. They didn't slow down. They didn't signal. They didn't even blow their horn. They were so close. I can't believe they didn't see me.

I cried myself to sleep on the beach last night. That was my one last chance to be rescued. I don't think I'm going home. I think I'm dead to the world now.

I'm so alone.

Ashlyn

-- Day 73 --

Dear Diary,

I did a lot of soul searching yesterday. And I think I'm ready to keep going, for as long as it takes.

There will be other ships. I'm out of fireworks but I'm good at building fires now. I set up some fireplaces by the beach and covered them up so I can light them whenever I need to.

Food and water aren't a problem anymore. I have enough buckets to collect rainwater and there is enough fruit here to last me a lifetime. I haven't caught any animals yet, but it's only a matter of time. I'm getting really good at throwing that spear. I can wash myself in the lake with the soap that I got from the red tub. And I already found two first aid kits in the washed up garbage on the beach. It's not much, but it's enough that I can live here for as long as I can.

However long that might be.

I feel healthy and light. But I'm getting bigger every day. I keep stuffing myself full every night, and I wake up feeling fatter and more bloated every morning. I know my body can't keep growing forever. At some point, my skin won't be able to stretch any more and I'm going to burst. If that happens, that happens. I'm not afraid of dying. I probably won't even feel it because I'll be so drunk.

Until then, I'm going to stay strong. I'm going to keep going. If this is the end for Ashlyn Thompson, she's going to go out with a bang.

Ashlyn Thompson

-- Day 82 --

Dear Diary,

I can't believe I'm writing this. None of this feels real.

Today, I was rescued.

The crew doesn't speak English, but I think they're telling me that the cruise line hired them to find me. They were probably searching for me this whole time. All I had to was to be on the beach at the right time. They saw me sitting there and blew their horn. I didn't even need to light a smoke signal.

The crew is super nice. I think the woman in blue is the captain. She's so kind. She let me use the hot water shower and let me wear her husband's clothes. The fabric is so soft. It's so comfy. Now they're giving me some beef jerky. I can't wait to taste it. I'm in heaven.

I'm sunburned, covered in bug bites, and blimped up like a parade balloon. And I'm alive. I can't believe it. I'm alive.

There are so many emotions going through that I don't know how to express. I think I'll write a book about my adventures when I get home. Maybe I'll get my own boat and go back out to the island with a camera to record my story.

Maybe I'll take some of that fruit back so I can grow it at home. I know it sounds weird. That fruit is the reason I got so huge. I just can't forget how good it tasted. I know I'm going to miss it when I'm back to eating hot pockets and takeout salads again. Maybe I can start a business selling it to people. I don't know. It would be weird. But maybe someone will buy it?

The only thing I know is that I get to sleep in a bed tonight. And tomorrow, I'll be on a flight back home.

I can't wait.

Ashlyn Thompson

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[Story, Body Inflation, Belly Expansion, Progression]

-- Day 71 --

Dear Diary,

I don't know how to express what I'm feeling right now. For the first time in forever, I had hope. Then it was gone.

Another ship passed by the island last night. A cruise ship. It might have been as big as the High Seas Dreamer. It was getting dark so it had all of its lights on.

I got all of the sparklers from camp and lit them all to try to get their attention. I waved like a mad woman, jumping around. I yelled and screamed until I went completely hoarse

.

They didn't see me. I saw them slowly sail across the horizon until they disappeared. They didn't slow down. They didn't signal. They didn't even blow their horn. They were so close. I can't believe they didn't see me.

I cried myself to sleep on the beach last night. That was my one last chance to be rescued. I don't think I'm going home. I think I'm dead to the world now.

I'm so alone.

Ashlyn

-- Day 73 --

Dear Diary,

I did a lot of soul searching yesterday. And I think I'm ready to keep going, for as long as it takes.

There will be other ships. I'm out of fireworks but I'm good at building fires now. I set up some fireplaces by the beach and covered them up so I can light them whenever I need to.

Food and water aren't a problem anymore. I have enough buckets to collect rainwater and there is enough fruit here to last me a lifetime. I haven't caught any animals yet, but it's only a matter of time. I'm getting really good at throwing that spear. I can wash myself in the lake with the soap that I got from the red tub. And I already found two first aid kits in the washed up garbage on the beach. It's not much, but it's enough that I can live here for as long as I can.

However long that might be.

I feel healthy and light. But I'm getting bigger every day. I keep stuffing myself full every night, and I wake up feeling fatter and more bloated every morning. I know my body can't keep growing forever. At some point, my skin won't be able to stretch any more and I'm going to burst. If that happens, that happens. I'm not afraid of dying. I probably won't even feel it because I'll be so drunk.

Until then, I'm going to stay strong. I'm going to keep going. If this is the end for Ashlyn Thompson, she's going to go out with a bang.

Ashlyn Thompson

-- Day 82 --

Dear Diary,

I can't believe I'm writing this. None of this feels real.

Today, I was rescued.

The crew doesn't speak English, but I think they're telling me that the cruise line hired them to find me. They were probably searching for me this whole time. All I had to was to be on the beach at the right time. They saw me sitting there and blew their horn. I didn't even need to light a smoke signal.

The crew is super nice. I think the woman in blue is the captain. She's so kind. She let me use the hot water shower and let me wear her husband's clothes. The fabric is so soft. It's so comfy. Now they're giving me some beef jerky. I can't wait to taste it. I'm in heaven.

I'm sunburned, covered in bug bites, and blimped up like a parade balloon. And I'm alive. I can't believe it. I'm alive.

There are so many emotions going through that I don't know how to express. I think I'll write a book about my adventures when I get home. Maybe I'll get my own boat and go back out to the island with a camera to record my story.

Maybe I'll take some of that fruit back so I can grow it at home. I know it sounds weird. That fruit is the reason I got so huge. I just can't forget how good it tasted. I know I'm going to miss it when I'm back to eating hot pockets and takeout salads again. Maybe I can start a business selling it to people. I don't know. It would be weird. But maybe someone will buy it?

The only thing I know is that I get to sleep in a bed tonight. And tomorrow, I'll be on a flight back home.

I can't wait.

Ashlyn Thompson