This is it…

Facebook poll set up by producers currently has ME voted as most likely to be David Hampton. I could kill myself right now. Doesn’t anyone have any sympathy for me at all??

It’s the last thing I need

Don’t know what to make of this at all. Why isn’t Dieter being broken down by David Hampton??

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The man really is incredible.

He’s aced practically every task thrown at him on WKS.

He’s totally bagged ‘the girl’, sweeping hot-tot Emma off her feet and into his bed. And, like the Oracle, he dispenses sage advice to his fellow contestants, all of which look to him like the wise Gladiator he is.

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It’s cold today. No one is really talking. Noone trusts anyone anymore. I’m pretty sure some people think DH really could be me.

Despite the fact I was the one who lost more than anything.

Lord, forgive us our sins.

I can’t sleep. Something feels wrong. Someone here IS David Hampton. They must be. I’m sleeping in a bus with someone who ruined my life and ripped my heart out. I feel like Daniel in the lion’s den. God give me strength.

Dieter wouldn’t do these awful things, would he? It’s true that he hasn’t had the slightest thing go wrong for him. Kian thinks it’s Dieter for sure, you can just tell. Emma’s defending him to the hilt because she is sleeping with him. I don’t think he’s that bad – I’ve always liked Dieter, rather seen him as an older brother. I couldn’t bear to think that he is behind all of this evil. At least he’s the most honest person here, and he remains true to his spirituality which in times of trouble, you have to respect.

Dorset is possibly the worst place on earth. No exaggeration.
We don’t even have any stupid tasks to take our minds off this.

Boredom is a killer.

This time last week it was my 19th birthday and since then I’ve lost the love of my life, destroyed my family’s beliefs in me, realised I can’t trust anyone, seen a real life OD happen to someone I know, watched Kian’s face as he realised something he’d been letting eat him alive for years was exposed and he’s probably going to go to prison. Am I being tested here. Is God showing me hell so that I’ll remember what heaven is? Maybe all this partying and late nights and drink and drugs…maybe it is a kind of hell. The bible hardly says ‘thou shalt go on one long party all summer’ does it? Oh Lord, what have I put myself into?

But I must stay strong and I must find out who is behind all this. Someone is going out of their way to slowly torture and destroy us. I need to know who and I need to know why.

I am so homesick. I miss my family. I miss my chuch. I miss Jonathon. I miss being who I used to be. I want a cuddle and a pizza and some DVDs more than anything else in the world.

I can’t even rest, I’m eaten alive by anxiety and suspicions. I can’t take this. Something’s got to give.

It keeps sinking in over and over just how alone I am now and what I’ve done to deserve this.