i'm going to be leaving. i'm not sure when. i have to do some serious planning. thank goodness i got that credit card in the mail. it will be put to use. i need some backup, and that is it. it is a miracle card.

i'll need support and help, but i can't do this anymore. there is no reason for me to be here. no one cares. everyone is oblivious.

i'm done. i'm tired of being empty. i want to feel again. apparently, that will not happen if i stay here.

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