It's been 3 years. 3 years since the fall. 3 years since I've seen my best friend.
Everyday it just gets worse and worse. Mary is here and cheers me up but when she goes to work, I don't know. Something happens. I lose it.
When she's gone, I really feel alone. Just like I did when it-when it first happened.
Maybe...just maybe I'll be happy again. I don't know. If Mary stops going to work I guess we could find out. I wouldn't do that to her though. Or to me.
Some days I don't know why she's with me. I'm moody, arrogant and a pompous buffoon. Like Sherlock.
Don't you see what's going on? I'm becoming him. I'm now a cross between the two of us.
Shon.
No.
Johnlock.
At least it's not my real name.
I wish I could have said something more personal instead of, "no, don't."
That's the last thing he heard me say. God, that's horrible. I'm the last person he talked to though. I don't know if that makes me happy or sad.
Hold on, someone's at the door...