Yeah, I mean, who tells everyone 'goodbye' when no one is there, no one can hear them ? Because that sure as hell isn't me. I'll be the one screaming "Have fun in this hell hole, mother fuckers !" on the interstate. Because I want everyone to know that I'm getting out, I'm breaking free; that everything I've been through was for nothing.I thought I'd never feel pain in the first degree, but last night was amazing. I found myself at a loss for words and terrified of my lack of breathing for the first time. I expected to be so happy when I almost reached the end. And I thought I would be figuring out what happens when I get there, when everyone got there. But there was blackness and utter chaos. I felt as if my internal organs were fighting against my brain and heart which really just wanted to let go, give up, stop working, stop trying to keep someone alive whom isnt grateful.