Depart

“We go now, quietly into the night. Don’t look back. We leave Roswell today. Split up; if they catch one of us maybe they don’t catch all of us.”

“What about our friends left–”

“No one cares about you anymore, you’ve wasted your breathe just saying it. They won’t accept a freak.”

I can’t tell you how I really feel, because that would be considered selfish. I can’t tell you what I really want to, because I’m afraid of being labeled. Maybe I’m seeing something that’s not really there, and maybe I’m making this all up. I know people are saying, “oh no, he’s upset a-fucking-gain”, but I don’t really think that’s it. I just feel really let down? I’m not really sure, but for now, I think I need it all to go away. And since it won’t, I’ll go away instead.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I’ll see you sometime next year, or so I hope.