I'm done. Too many problems. Too much hurt. Why do they keep lying to me? Why can't I have a girlfriend who really, truely loves me, and doesn't lie to me? Why is it that my cousins, can, yet I can't? It isn't fair, and I'm tired of being alone. No more. I'm going to go to the island and be with the woman in the picture on my desktop. The lady who is sitting on the field of the island at night, as she looks down, lonely, awaiting me. I imagine myself arriving there, holding her in my arms, looking through her eyes, realizing I made the correct decision by leaving this awful world. I lost my feelings for Cynthia, finally, and now my mind is free to take me where I need to go. It won't be in this world.