Dear Diary,
            Lately I have been thinking a lot about the times before the crash. I miss tea time as well as the wonderful aroma of the meals cooked daily by my mom. If only I knew wether or not my mom and  dad were alive. I play around in the waters and lead the group as if nothing is wrong, but really I miss my family, friends, and home so very badly.
             I am scared of the future here on this island. I was once leader and had the final say, but now I am treated as if i am a spec of dirt, to be stamped over... Jack has gone completely crazy he has nearly bribed all the boys on to his tribe just because of some meat. I need to come to an understanding with him but it is unlikely that logic will make it through his thick skull, especially after what he did to Simon. I am afraid he has gone completely insane... 

PS: I will come back to update soon...

All control, lost...

Man and Beast, is there a difference...