Dear Journal,

It's me, Simon again. Of course. Well, it has been interesting. Jack and the hunters got too busy on their mission to kill that pig that they let the fire die. I didn't really mind. This island isn't that bad. And I don't believe in the beast. Do I? This question's been bothering me for a while. I don't know if I do believe it or not. I want to believe the littluns, but something about a beast running around and crawling out of the water just makes me hesitate. Could it be possible? It's like believing in ghosts after seeing a scary movie, even though you know they aren't any more real than they were before you saw the movie. Anyways, Ralph was sure mad about the fire. I don't appreciate the way Jack is treating Piggy. All he's doing is trying to help. He doesn't deserve all this ridicule from people. I've been enjoying my visits to my little place in the forest within the leaves. I meditate there. I think of possible ways to get out. I think about how our civilization is starting to fall apart. After much thinking one day, I realized that the beast itself might not be some monster that the littluns have nightmares about and keep warning the others about, but it's us. How we're all trying to get along, but the littluns bug the bigguns, and the bigguns pick on the littluns. It doesn't work. To be honest, it's about the only thing right now that makes me want off the island. I can't take all the insulting going on. It's not right, but it seems that I am the only one who notices. God only knows what will happen if it keeps up, but someone has to try to put a stop to it...