I gave my whole heart to you. I gave you everything I had to give. And what’s worse than that, I had all my hope in you. My hope for my future. My hope in this town. My hope for my happiness. My hope depleted. There’s nothing left. I gave and you took. I want to quit my job. I want to leave this town. I want to trudge the depths of isolation. Deep in the redwoods. Because fuck this. Fuck counting on anyone or needing anyone. Fuck people’s weightless words. I need to be so alone that I can’t possibly come back. I need to disappear. For me. For the concept of me. For art. I need to go.