I wanted to leave: well, in actuality, I wanted to run. But then I thought about why. Why would I want to do something so treacherous, leaving with no sense of direction ? And I came to the conclusion: I want to leave because she can't. I wanted to get away before I was trapped in the same situation, she is damning me to the very same situation by condoning this to happen. She took it, and tried to hide it, and failed, and I watched her fall apart, and I fell apart, so I wanted to leave. I don't want pity, I want to be alone. I don't need anyone. I never have and never will. I'm leaving to prove I don't need anyone.