March 31st, 1957
Eleanor never found anything in Emily's journal – I still don't know why she ran away. And she still won't tell us where she went. I've been over there once since then, just to mow again, and as an excuse to see Eleanor. I don't know when, or if I'll ever go back home for good. I want to, just not in that house.
And, I'm still tryin' to figure out what I actually want, and how I feel. I want a family, I do, it's just hard to put into words. My buddy is askin' me to leave the lake house now. His family wants to go up there for a getaway I guess. So, I ain't really got anywhere to go.
I'll probably just bounce from house to house. I can't really go back home. I know Eleanor and Rebecca would welcome me, but I just can't make myself do it yet. I'm tryin' to learn responsibility, too. I never had much of that.
Eleanor always handled all the bills, and I spent most of our money at gas stations just on stupid things. And towards the last couple of months, the money was goin' towards drugs. I'm really tryin' to set my priorities straight – if not for my family, then for myself. I wanna be Peter Pan, but I need to grow up, at least some.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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