I've been here before. On SF. Looking for people who felt like me. To talk to. Work out our problems together. I didn't feel as bad then as I do now. I already wrote my note. I already got all the draft "goodbye" messages lined up and saved and ready to send. I just... I don't know. And that's it. I just don't know. Anything. Everything feels so small and insignificant like nothing matters or ever will. I never felt so real like I do now. Like I do knowing I'm ready to go. And just face it.