I wish I knew what to do with your things. You should have set up a better will. (Do what you will with them. It hardly matters.)
[We're] I'm out of milk, but I can't bring myself to leave the flat. Wish you were here to complain to. (Mycroft could provide, but you wouldn't appreciate the implications.)
No matter what Mrs. Hudson says, I'm not getting rid of the skull. Sentiment. You'd be displeased. (Not entirely.)
You know, it took a while for me to go back to the flat. I stayed with Harry for a bit, but it didn't feel right. [Leaving felt too much like abandoning you.] (Of course I knew. Harry [tried to convince you that-] insisted on showing you every news article even peripherally relating to me.)
Work was tedious. Everything was normal. Miserable. (Sounds dreadful, but you wouldn't be happy in my place, either.)
Went to see Molly this evening. She pities me. It was ridiculously obvious. There was something she really wanted to say to me, but didn't. (It is for the best.)
I wonder if she misses you as much as I do. She did have the most obvious crush. (It would be impossible for her to miss me as much as you.)
I miss you, you idiot. The world is [empty] wrong without you [and your inappropriate comments]. (I continually feel as though I should apologize to you. I cannot, of course. Not yet.)
I went for a walk. The weather was nice today. That's what the lady at the shop said. I hadn't noticed. (Are you intentionally being unobservant, or is this some sort of code?)
I don't know how long I can stand this, Sherlock. [The pain is too much.] (You're a soldier, John. You will survive.)
(1/3) I dunno why you did it. I hate that you did it. But, today I tried to fulfill your stupid request. You told me to tell everyone that you created Moriarty.
(2/3) Well, I didn't do it. But I went to Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson and Molly and I did tell them that you told me to tell them that you were a fraud.
(3/3) That was the best I could do. I'm not going to lie to them about this. (Molly told me what you said. I am sorry.)
Mrs. Hudson looked confused and sad. Molly looked about to have a panic attack. Greg just looked empty. (The more who believe, the safer you are.)
Everyone seems concerned for me. I keep telling them I'm fine[, but they can tell I'm not.] (John. Accept their help.)
Today was bad. (I am trying to keep you alive.)
Why would you tell me something like that? Why would you try to convince me? (You had to believe it, John. You were the one that mattered. In all of this.)
Another bad day. I think I might just sleep forever. (Be careful, John. [Don't let yourself slip away.])
Sherlock. (John.)
I went to Molly today. I know she valued you. She wouldn't judge me. (She told me to stay away from the flat after you phoned.)
She says you wouldn't want me to be depressed. I know you wouldn't. Stop being dead, you idiot. I hate this. ([I envy you.] If only it were that simple.)
It's raining. Reminds me of you. [Everything reminds me of you.] (I knew I had impacted your life when I left it, but your safety was of paramount importance.)
It's bad, Sherlock. (It is [worse than] not as bad as you may imagine.)
Okay, I know you're not actually getting these, so if anyone is reading this, please let me know. I'll stop sending the stupid messages.
Don't stop. Please.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed and added this story/me to alerts and favorites! I am hard at work on Chapter 5, but reviews are always motivational!