I'm going to miss this place, with it's countless amount of forgettable faces. I'm going to miss this home, although for three years, I felt alone. I'm going to miss this shelter, but sometimes it made me feel like a cave dweller. The time went by so fast and yet so slow. I've got a lot of people to thank or hate so, thanks to every person that made me feel like I meant something. And to every person who made me feel like I meant nothing, I hate you.