Journal Entry #2
Thirty seven days. I don't know how much longer I can live in this flat. Every day I wait for him to walk through that door. Sometimes I even throw things, like a pen or his phone towards his chair out of habit. I still make him tea. With sugar of course. Does this make me insane? I believe I am going to have to move to be able to move on however, I do feel bad leaving Mrs. Hudson behind. She is all alone.
How could he do this to me? Leave me like this? It doesn't make any sense! I know that Sherlock was not a fake, nor will he ever be seen as a fake in my eyes.
I think I am going to go out and search for a job tomorrow. Find something to keep me busy for a while. I saw an ad in the paper yesterday; there was an opening at a doctor's office.
Until tomorrow.
-John
