Fiction (unessential)
I think Gatsby disserved to died. His life was a joke anyway. I am not really sure how I feel, I am still in awe about the whole thing. I believe that it was for the best that he pasted. I regret not caring for him like he cared for me. I want it to be all ok, I want it to all go back to how it was before. I wonder who is coming to the funeral. I wonder how many real friends he has. I don't know if he killed Myrtle, I will never know now. I will not tell anyone what I know, I will keep it all to myself and no one else. |