16th July
Private Entry visible to: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes

She was.

She's told me not to mix Sarah up in my messed up love life. Not again. She asked me why I thought I hadn't hurt her enough already.

Today hasn't been a good day, Sherlock. I miss you. I think I've only just realised how much. Just writing this is like a knife through my heart because I want you here. You'd tell me what to do because you'd be able to tell if I am interested or if it's just because I'm hurting, or sabotage it all anyway so I wouldn't have to make that choice for myself.

Everything seems grey all of a sudden. Grey and stagnant. And boring. I can't help but wonder if this was how you saw life all of the time.

I'm tired and I feel like a total idiot just for writing to you again so I'm going to bed.

Goodnight, Sherlock.

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