I'm not happy here.
I hate it here.
The longer I stay here, the more frustrated I get.
I want out.
I can't stay here for another year.
I won't.
I've never wanted anything more than to get away from here at this very moment.
It seems like I've lost the ability to feel anything besides anger at the fact that I can't feel anything.
I'm not happy.
I'm tired of being told that I can't have the things that I want.
That I'm selfish.
I push people away.
I don't understand anything.
Fuck this.
Fuck feeling sorry for myself.
You're telling me that I worked my ass off to get good grades just so that I could go to Columbus State?
Are you kidding me?
Are you actually shitting all over the work that I've done?
Fuck you.

I'm excited to move on.
The more I think about it, the more I decide that I'm ready.
My heart is happy to know that change is coming,
because I haven't been able to feel much of anything in this place lately.
I'm not sad.
Please don't think I'm sad.
I just don't have the energy to feel for a place that never gives me anything new to acknowledge.
I'm hoping that when I come back after being gone for awhile I will feel things here again.
Because this place isn't bad,
I've just been here too long.