4.
I don't know exactly where to begin. It's been a night. I thought Daisy could say to Tom that she loved me and not him. She almost did. She didn't. I know Tom isn't good for her. I know it. The poor woman was so distressed that she ran over Myrtle Wilson while driving back. It was a complete accident, of course, and I'm not going to let her take the blame. From now on it was my fault.
I wish she would realise that Tom isn't good for her. I know he will hurt her. He never hurt her tonight. It might be a horrible thing to wish, but I almost wish that he had. Then Daisy could run to me and tell me she was wrong, that she doesn't love Tom. Even if he didn't hurt her tonight, I have a feeling he will sometime in the future.
Or perhaps that is just my wild hope, and it will never happen. Nick doesn't seem to think so. Sometimes I'm not sure what to think. One moment Daisy seems so close and the next she seems so far away. Does she even love me as I love her? It's gotten so confusing.
I just don't know anymore.