I was right after all. Everyone would be ok if I left. Sure, they might be sad for a while, and I would feel bad leaving them knowing that. A little bit. But humans, the human body, human beings, were made to be able to deal with loss. How else could we survive as a species? Our only purpose is to survive, and if only the fittest survive, and I am not the fittest, what good do I have, being here? Grief passes. Life moves on. People learn to forget, or else remember without pain. It's possible to be happy again after losing someone. And here I was hating on my human behavior class. The prof is a psychologist in many different fields, and her and her other sources (more psychologists) informed us of the above information. People live. People die. People move on. I stayed to protect people around me, but if they'll be ok, if I know they can survive without me and get on with their lives... I'm free, and so are they. I won't be holding anyone back anymore. I won't cause anyone any more pain. I was right after all.