Thursday, 30th April 2015 - 11:31pm
The day is drawing nearer. But God I wish I was here sooner.
It's tempting to leave before the day arrives. But I haven't said my goodbyes yet.
And that's the least I can do before I go. The absolute least.
Besides, they all deserve a proper goodbye and an explanation as to why I'm going to go.
They'll probably all hate me for it. But, in all honesty, I hope they do. Because it'll be easier to say goodbye.
They'll hate me for making them unhappy, but they always told me to do what makes me happy.
And this will make me happy.
Because I won't have to suffer anymore.
I will leave, no matter how badly I fear what comes after. Anything's better than the hell I'm living through now.
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