Can you believe it? I mean, can you BELIEVE it?
After everything I’ve done. All the blood, sweat and smoke I poured into this relationship, James just up and left me. And he took my boat! I’m so mad right now I could burst into flame. I gave that man the best thirteen weeks of my life — minus that time I tried to get back together with Richard, the week or so I spent ogling St. Sayid and that couple minutes of blissful alone time with Dezzy the Highlander.
And you know what, Diary? THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
Everybody has a soul mate except me.
I really thought James was the one. Now he’s so mean to me. Snapping at me, making fun of my wood. I think it’s because of Kate. He’s not been the same since she started hanging around.
Um, hello, James, she’s called an EX for a reason?
Sayid is such a badass. He’s just all like boom, kick, mother-flipping SNAP. God I love him — it, I love IT.
It’s just so nice to have someone I can depend on. And now that he’s bringing me Desmond King of Scots, I just know I have the upper hand on The Bald Avenger over at Hydra Island. There’s no substitute for having good friends. Who do what you say. Without question.