I don't really know why I'm writing this.

I suppose I just wanted somewhere to put my thoughts down. Somewhere nobody would bother me.

Things have been strange lately.

SpongeBob is still here. Somehow, he seems perfectly fine. Or at least he acts like he is.

I've tried asking him about Patrick. He doesn't say much.

I don't think he understands what happened either.

Patrick disappeared a long time ago. At first I assumed he'd eventually come back, as irritating as that would have been.

But he never did.

And then things started changing.

Mr. Krabs stopped leaving the Krusty Krab. SpongeBob said he was still inside, but whenever I asked why he wouldn't come out, he didn't have an answer.

Plankton hasn't been around either. The Chum Bucket is still there, but I've never seen him actually leave it.

I tried not to think about it.

I've tried to continue with my life as normally as possible. Play my clarinet. Stay inside. Avoid SpongeBob.

Unfortunately, even that hasn't been working very well.

Sometimes I get the feeling that someone is watching.

I know how that sounds. I'm aware that it sounds ridiculous.

But I can't explain the feeling any other way.

I keep thinking about Patrick.

I don't know where he is. I don't know what happened to him. And I don't know why SpongeBob and I were left alone.

Maybe that's the part that bothers me the most.

Why us?

I don't think Patrick is coming back.

And somehow, I don't think that's the worst part.

i know