"Crisis, Baldrick! Crisis! No money, no marriage, more bills! For the first time in my life, I've decided to follow a suggestion of yours. Saddle Prince George's horse!"
"Oh sir, you're not becoming a highwayman?"
"No, I'm auditioning for the part of Arnold the Bat in Sheridan's new comedy!"
"Oh, that's alright then."
"Baldrick, have you no idea what irony is?"
"Yeah, it's like goldy or bronzey, only it's made of iron."
—Blackadder The Third, Amy and Amiability
One page left, Emmett. I bet you noticed. You're probably lying on your unmade bed, avoiding the dishes or an essay (probably both), grinning your face off because—even though you'll never admit it—I know you love me to pieces and you kind of needed to see I'm okay without you. I am. Edward's here. And I do miss you, so much. But it's not forever. Edward and I will go to college in a year, and meanwhile, I'll Skype you and send you stupid gifs and keep you up to date with how badass I'm becoming.
I never told you this because I didn't want to sound like I thought you needed my approval, but I think it is amazing that you chose to study what you did. It means a lot to me. You are one heck of a brother and I'm sorry it took me so long to learn how much you care.
I think Peter's right. I owe it to myself to try out for Juilliard. Who knows, maybe I'll get in. Maybe I won't. We'll see. Besides, I'm pretty sure Edward's going to try out for some colleges in New York. He's hiding his interest from Carlisle, but he can't fool me. Nobody lights up the way Edward does when medical mambo jambo is being spoken, and he's been away from Rosalie long enough.
Have you guys met up? How is she?
Dad's okay, if a bit lonely, but I assure you, my antics keep him completely occupied.
I think I'll finish this diary right here, no extra pages or anything. I wrote it because I got lonely and needed to let out my worries, maybe to protect myself from opening up to my friends. Maybe to keep my pink glasses or to tint them brighter, but you know what? Life's good without them. So maybe I sometimes see pink unicorns and rainbows, but I'm okay with that. We all have our unicorns. Some just never admit to having them.
Maybe I would've never learned to be okay with myself if it weren't for what happened this spring. Maybe I would've never known how to let go and still be the girl that I am. Maybe I would've never known you care more than you let on. Or maybe I'm just growing up. I don't know. I don't know a lot of things yet. But that's okay. I'm only eighteen. I have time.
It's been fun, but I think you'll understand. It's time to move on.
I just wanted to send you my diary to thank you. For annoying me and for making me laugh. For protecting me the only way you knew how. Now, go find yourself an aspirin for that hangover I know you have, log on to Skype and talk to your badass little sister. I hear her daily quota of annoying her older brother is yet to be filled.