We crashed on an island. Apparently. I don't know if it's real or not, a lot of things aren't real. But there is one thing that I know is real. That hot, dreamy, stunning, luxurious man, Ralph. We go to the same school but he has no idea who I am. I've been watching him for a while. Not in a creepy way tho. I've just been staring at him, cutting his photo from the yearbook and taping it to my wall, collecting his hair, stealing his clothes, and sleeping under his bed. You know, the usual. I thought getting in this plane crash was bad at first knowing that I'll never see my family again...but maybe I can get closer to him on this island.
Update: HE CHOSE ME TO GO EXPLORE THE ISLAND WITH HIM AND JACK. ITS FATE.
