I wasn't happy.

Maybe I was happy once. And they were kind with me. But that was a long time ago. I even wonder if that person was me at all. I've decided it wasn't. I will be selfish. I love myself.

And I'm sorry for disappoint you all. But I'm happy here. It's a little lonely, yeah. But it's mine. I'm glad it's mine. I can't go back now. Maybe later.

I've been abandoned before. I survived. After a while I managed it to smile again. It's not so complicated. Am I that important for anyone there anyways? I wonder.

I'm being selfish again and again. If I had been happy and loved, even now that I'm leaving, why would I need to do it so badly?

No, I won't be sorry for this. Screw you all.