Why I killed Gatsby

The reasons vary for why I  killed Gatsby but first of all let me tell you that I was the true victim. From Myrtle's disloyalty to Gatsby hitting Myrtle, I was the victim, not Gatsby. Poor Gatsby... poor me!! All my tragic life, I had nothing to rejoice other than having Myrtle. Its amazing how fast your world can tumbling down. I killed Gatsby because my anger grew so much, that I just needed to see revenge.  The day Myrtle was killed, I had Michaelis look in a drawer, where he found an expensive dog leash. This was the clue that set me off. I concluded that the man who killed Myrtle had also given her the dog leash. He was the man who owned the yellow car. Full of anger and frustration about Myrtle’s disloyalty, I acted on my impulses and killed Jay Gatsby.On another note, before I killed Gatsby I went to Tom’s thinking it was him, but Tom was able to point where the yellow car was, and it was Gatsby all along. Surely it had to be Gatsby. I trusted Tom because he offered to give me a car. It was shear impulse for me to get revenge for the women I love. Myrtle meant everything to me, even though she may have been cheating on me. I found him in his pool and wasted no time. I shot several times, killing him. Then killed myself, for there was no purpose for me to live anymore. Myrtle was gone and I got the revenge that satisfied me. Even though I was mad at the entire world, I specifically targeted Gatsby because I had a reason to do so, and he was an easy target to take my anger out. I just had a mental breakdown, and let my anger take over my actions, which led to me killing Gatsby. Maybe he deserve it, maybe he didn't. I was just angry and some one had to pay.

What I was feeling when Myrtle died

When Myrtle died, I was both angry and sad. How could someone hit an innocent being and then drive off. I was devastated because Myrtle was the only reason for me living. The old garage didn't mean that much to me. Knowing I had Myrtle, made me look over the fact of how poor I was. However, after looking at her lifeless body for a while, my anger grew. I was not only angry at the person who hit her with the yellow car, but I was also angry at the world. Why would God let this happen to me after all the suffering I had to endure already. This combination of being sad and angry made me become frustrated. My emotions were in conflict as was my world. Now I felt like I had nothing, and this emptiness overtook my emotions. I wanted more than an apology, I craved revenge.

Now I felt like I had no purpose and nothing to live for. Almost my entire life, I tried my best to provide for the life that Myrtle desired so much. In return, She brightened my day, so I wouldn't be overshadowed by the dreadfulness of the valley of ashes. When Myrtle died, I didn't have that sunshine in day that always lingered over me and let me know everything was going to be okay. Certainly, now everything was the opposite of okay, the love of my life was dead. I was sad and more angry than ever.

What I was thinking when I found the dog leash

The day Myrtle died,  Michaelis looked in Myrtle's drawer, where he found an expensive dog leash. When I saw this dog leash, I knew I didn't buy it for her, because I couldn't even afford a thing like that. Because of this clue,  I concluded that the man who killed Myrtle had also given her the dog leash. He was the man who owned the yellow car. Not only was I angry at the man who killed Myrtle, but I couldn't wrap my head around why Myrtle would cheat on me. I mean I already had suspicions about Tom and Myrtle, but I just tried to avoid it because I really wanted Tom to give me his car, when he got the new one. I mean, I was sad about Myrtle dying and all, but how could she do this to me. All I ever did, was try to provide the best possible life for her. She betrayed me after all the hardships we went through together. Maybe this guy had more money than me, but I definitely loved her more. From the moment I saw that expensive dog leash, I knew I had to do something to the guy who was sneaking around with Myrtle. Everything pointed to Tom, so he was my first guess. However, when I went to his house, he said it was Gatsby. I didn't care that much who did it, some one just needed to pay.