Another Stunning Entry in Jack’s Personal Journal of Extreme Significance,
I tried talking to Sawyer about our conflicting feelings for Kate, but he told me that he couldn’t “give a flying fuck at the moon,” about my feelings and that I should get back to him when I “know what that damn smoke monster is.” I tried telling him that the so-called “smoke monster” is really a metaphor for our inner darkness clouding our ability to love, but he just punched me in the chest until I fell unconscious. Doesn’t anybody care about my emotions anymore?
I’m not sure if I liked my daddy or not! THIS IS IMPORTANT.
