Why I had to leave New York
After my dear friend Gatsby passed away, life has not been the same. I was very upset and frustrated that no one attended his funeral. After his passing people continued to talk down about him and threw shame on him. When I came to New York Gatsby and I grew very close and ended up spending a lot of time together. He was an amazing person inside and out. I truly knew him unlike most of the people that were talking poorly about him. It made me sick just hearing people make up lies about my good friend Gatsby. When he passed away, I felt somewhat lost not having him in my life. It did not seem right to be living in Long Island, New York without him being alive. When I would walk outside to see his empty mansion, I felt down. At this time, I felt like there was nothing left for me in New York. I felt like I did not fit in with all of the immature people that were constantly talking bad about Gatsby. I thought to myself why I wanted to live somewhere without my dearest friend and a bunch...