Carraway With Me

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Still, we move on...

I think about Gatsby quiet often. Mostly, I think of the days after his funeral, which no one attended. I broke up with Jordan. I couldn’t be what she needed at the time. She’s too good for me. She could have anyone. Just not me, but I don’t regret it. It was fun while it lasted. But too much has happened.

I met Jay’s father, Mr. Gatz. He was so excited to see his son’s home and all the treasures that filled it.

I visited Tom and Daisy after Gatsby’s funeral. They were leaving East Egg. Tom told me that Mr. Wilson came to them with a gun, ready to murder. Tom told him that Gatsby drove the yellow car; he murdered his wife.

What to do now. I’ve sold my car and I’m moving, sadly, on to something else. What that is, I’m not sure. But I got one last look at Gatsby’s home, and I imagined seeing him on his dock, reaching for the green light. He believed it that light. Maybe I can too, one day.

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I didn't know...

I never said goodbye to him. So much has happened and I’m not sure where to start.

Gatsby is dead. He was worth more than all the people in his life. I know it.

Before this, we spoke about Daisy accidentally killing Myrtle. It really was an accident. But Gatsby loves her so much that he’s willing to take the blame for her. He thinks he can right the past. That’s not how life works, unfortunately. 

Mr. Wilson, somehow believes that Gatsby is to blame for Myrtle’s death. I don’t know why he thought that. But it was a gruesome sight: Gatsby was lying dead in his pool. He just told me the other day about how he hasn’t swam in it all summer. It’s ironic, unbearably so. Poor Mr. Wilson...he’s dead now, too, from his own gun, nonetheless. 

If anyone is reading this, and wishes to pay respects to Mr. Gatsby, please come to his funeral. I know he had many friends, so I expect the all of the world is mourning right now. I know he would appreciate any support that we, his friends, can give him.

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The Love Nest Indeed

So....Daisy came over for tea. She didn’t know that I had stashed Gatsby in my kitchen. The look on her face...everyone was so awkward that I high-tailed it out of there!

I came back out of the rain, Daisy and Gatsby seemed chummy. We went to his mansion so he could show off his home to Daisy. She was absolutely glowing with happiness, so much so that she cried when she all of Gatsby’s colorful shirts (weird). 

What’s stranger is Gatsby’s real story. His real name is Jay Gatz. DO NOT TELL ANYONE! 

Anyway, earlier was really awkward because I was hanging with Gatsby, Daisy, Jordan, and, get this, TOM! Of course, life is just interesting, isn’t it. We went to town to get out of the heat. On the way there, we stopped for gas in Tom’s sweet yellow car. I think Myrtle saw us...

In the hotel room, Gatsby straight up told Tom about his affair with Daisy! But Daisy said she loves both men! WTH!? Gatsby and Daisy took off in the yellow car ahead of us to drive back home. But apparently, they got into some trouble on the way there because MYRTLE WAS KILLED BY A HIT AND RUN! SHE WAS KILLED BY A YELLOW CAR!

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Some interesting people (including mood music!)

I finally made it to one of Gatsby’s infamous parties! This is craziest most splendid party! I’ve never seen so many celebrities in one place! 

They all have different ideas about who Gatsby is. Oh, yeah. He hardly ever appears at his soires. Jordan Baker, whom I met at my cousin’s home in East Egg is such a lovely creature. I know she is too good for me, but I would love to have chance with a woman liker her. She says she likes me because I’m safe. I’m not sure if that is a good basis for a relationship, but regardless, I enjoy her company. Despite all the rumors, Gatsby is a kind man (that’s right: I MET HIM!!!). WE HAD LUNCH! Apparently, he’s an Oxford man, though he doesn’t appear to be so distinguished. Perhaps he is simply primping himself up for appearances? Maybe he is just being very nice to be because he wants something from me? Like a game of telephone, Gatsby has asked Jordan to ask me to ask Daisy over for tea so that he may meet her...intriguing. 

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The beginning of a new journey!

I just arrived to West Egg (please don't visit, my house is nothing amazing) and met with my cousin Daisy and her husband, Tom. We went to Yale together.

 My small home is next door to a massive castle owned by a man named Gatsby. When I mentioned this, my darling, sad cousin seemed awfully curious.  

Just last night, I think I may have seen him out on his dock. He had his arm stretched out toward the harbor in a sort of longing way. Anyway, my brother-in-law, that scoundrel, has a mistress named Mrs. Myrtle Wilson. We picked her up and drove to town and had an intoxicating time in a hotel. But Tom, that man has a temper. When Myrtle pestered Tom about Daisy, he gave her a right hook. I’m not sure what to do about all this. And i keep thinking back to this billboard with a big pair of watchful eyes...