Life on the island is getting strenuous and now that it is just Piggy and I on this side of the island life is hard, we both have a rough time sleeping and its hard for us to kill time or even have fun without the others. Also now that we all killed Simon I've been in denial and though deep down I know I was part of it, it's hard for me to admit it. I think about what our group has done constantly and it haunts me, especially when I have alone time and I am with my thoughts. It sounds like it couldn't get worse, but it somehow did. I lost my best friend on the island, he got hit by a boulder that Jack's tribe triggered, and Piggy had the conch which got crushed so now I don't even have that. Life is getting hard and I don't know how long I can live like this. Everyday I seem to be tested and I'm soon going to fail, but anyway here is a picture of Castle Rock.
