Sorry you're all ripped, I didn't feel it was quite right taking someone's journal and leaving their pages, I did read them, maybe that was wrong, I wanted to know a bit about the person. She was successful, 25 and on her way to go home to get married.
At the bonfire I prayed for her, not something I've done much in my life, not since before the fire. I always thought God gave us what we needed to do what we needed to do, everything else was up to us. I don't think he meant it the way I interpreted it. It was my mother, then to find out ..., there's only so much a person can put up with, right?
I made my bed, I have to lie in it, but I'm not going to jail. Guess I'll end up in hell, choices create consequences and I've made mine.
We haven't been here many days, but the longer I'm here the more I know about this place. The guy on the beach, I know him. As Sawyer read his driver's license aloud, I knew his first name, Jack. I know he's important to all of this.
Sawyer and Juliet, I know them too. Why I have this weird feeling about the blond girl, I don't know, what it is about her, I trust her but I get that I haven't always.
Sawyer called me freckles the other day, felt like he'd done it before.
This feels like some huge chess game and we are all pawns, as they play at will.
How do I separate some of these people and let them know what I think. Will they think I'm crazy?
The Marshall's body is missing, as is Rose's husband. Eventually, we're going to elect a leader. Something says it should be Jack. Neither Juliet nor I want it, but that's what's happening.
The natives are restless, I should go see what's happening. Will right again. When I can.