February 17 (John)

I haven't quite known what to do since Sherlock has been gone. I'd never really thought about it before it happened, and I wish I didn't have to now. I'm adjusting to him not being here, yes, but it still feels incredibly unusual to open my fridge and see food rather than a corpse's head or eyeballs. And it's been nearly three years. I've proposed to Mary, though I'm not really quite sure why. She really doesn't do anything to help when I'm sad about losing my best friend. She says, "It's been nearly three years! You should just get over it!" She doesn't understand. He wasn't just an important person in my life- he created my life. If you look back through the rest of this blog, you could see it. It started with "Why am I writing a blog? Nothing happens to me.", then it ended up with detailed descriptions of solving crimes with my genius friend. I haven't written anything at all since he died. I haven't been able to. But now that I'm getting married, I figured I should post something. At least she'll be happy, then, even if I still don't feel quite right.

February 17 (Sherlock)

Today has been quite interesting. No one reads my blog anyway, so I suppose it doesn't matter if I post this here. I know John doesn't still read it. Mary's blocked it from his computer. Stupid Mary. Why is he marrying her? God, who knows. All I know is I can't stand her. She's blatantly intolerable. Now I'm rambling and looking like a bit of an idiot (which I've always excelled at not doing), so let me get back to my point. I think I can finally come home. But not yet. I just have to wait for the right time. Thank you, Molly (since you may actually be reading this useless information), for helping me. It's ridiculous, honestly. I should have never gotten myself involved with a criminal nearly as smart as I am. I knew I could outsmart him if he ever did try to kill John, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, or I, but I didn't realize it would be so boring. I've done three years of waiting. I've just been sitting here, waiting for Moriarty's men to happen to cross my path. I got the last one today and sent him to Mycroft to be arrested. I feel like that red-haired girl on the show with the blue box. Always waiting. Television is something I'd never thought I'd miss, but apparently, I do. I haven't been in one place with a decent one long enough to actually watch any of the rubbish shows John would always make me sit there and watch with him. I've learned that they're actually quite good, compared to the dreadful ones on the hotel televisions. Lots of news channels. Luckily, most of the "news" about me has died down. I was really starting to tire of it. "Genius Detective Killed Himself". No, I haven't. I'm sitting here writing this right now, aren't I? Idiots.