Log #4--conflict

I'm just fed up with it all. This morning my flip-flops were missing. Later, I found them in the possession of another group member who claims to needs the flip-flops in order to walk on the sharp rocks by the beach. Last week, some of the fruits I collected and was saving for a late night snack went missing. Things here just keep disappearing.
To make matters worse, Jack and Ralph won't stop arguing. This is becoming a significant problem since it is affecting the productivity of the group. Since members don't know who really is in charge, they are not listening to orders given by Ralph or Jack. Thus, no one is collecting food or building shelters.
I'm just not sure of the actions I should take. Some of us are even talking about leaving and starting a new group--let's see what happens.

Log #3--Symbols

Is anyone out there? I ask this because I have been living in a deserted tropical island for weeks, perhaps months. I have lost count of the days and am now relying on my makeshift sundial to tell me time. Oh well!
By now, I have walked all over the island in hopes of fining other survivors with no avail. I do, however, feel this constant presence around me. It's as if a pair of eyes are following me wherever I go. I don't know what to think of it but I have to admit that something is not right.
To break the monotony of the day and my fear, I started to day dream of the great things back home. I often thing of my dance shoes, which remind me of the great choreographies I recently learned.
I find this entry to be sad and hopeless; thus, I will put the journal away and will write once my spirits are up.
Till next time.

Log #1

Today was an insightful day.
I began to pay close attention to the patterns in nature and have noticed a regular routine. After sunrise, the island springs to life. The animals begin to search for food, the moisture from the night begins to dissipate from the tops of leaves and the atmosphere, and the day begins to warm up. At around noon, great hunger takes over and those that have not eaten desperately search for food--eating just about anything they can find. With numerous springs and lakes, there is little worry when it comes to water.
After lunch, a laziness takes over and the forest starts to slow down. Animals sleep, the wind stops blowing, and the intense heat takes over. At 3 or so, the forest re-awakens. Animals begin to move again but for a different purpose. they are now looking for shelter in preparation for the long and dark night that will start at 6 pm.
I hear a commotion outside and think that my friends need my help. I will write again tomorrow.