Goodbye, *******, goodbye. I'm leaving you, never returning. Thank the god I don't believe in, I'm getting far, getting gone. Don't know why, but in every awkward eye-contact connection eluded me further. My soul felt ******, back-tracked into black trash bins where the forgotten things go to live. Don't know why, but every teetering moment of fear when time would pass too slow for words to escape my mouth in the proper manner, anxiety, a red-faced banner, they'd come tumbling over teeth and tongue, clunky 3D cubes instead of smooth, laughing vibrations, wide open like a false smile on my face. Forever an outsider here; now I leave to go outside of here. Now that I see it with gazing eyes tired of trying to see good in a situation, it couldn't be more clear to me that misery here is drawn like karmic dust; an ego shield is a must, but I have none. I'm sorry; I cannot speak for lack of happy things to say. But I'll be here for a little longer and then I'll be away.