This journal is falling apart. I wouldn't even call it a journal anymore, it's a random hole filled with things that don't hold much meaning to me anymore. I think it's time to move on, out of sight, out of mind. Bad memories, bad times, great times, it's all going to be gone and I'll only have the future to look forward to.

It's been a pleasure being here. I won't forget anybody. But you can forget me, if you want. Sometimes it's better that way.

See you around, guys.