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 of cowards who had nothing better to do than make up lies. It
showed the kind of people they were when they did not attend his funeral. I
moved to New York in the first place to become a well- rounded man and these
people were not helping me become a better person. So I felt like my time was
done in New York and the best thing for me to do was move on with my life
somewhere else.
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