I have plans:
I have plans, is what I told them.
I didn’t. I just needed an excuse to get out of it. I guess some people might say that’s a coward’s way of doing things, but I’m okay with whatever people want to think. I’m the most important factor in this because I’m the one leaving.
People forget that.
“Let’s have a farewell party!” everyone said.
Except for me, of course.
I don’t like being the centre of attention, despite what I may or not may not wear at times.
I also don’t like goodbyes. They’re so final and in this world, I’m not even sure that death is final anymore.
I think perhaps my friends might think I’m being selfish or maybe even ungrateful, but I figure that people are going to think what they want to think, no matter what you say or how much you try to convince them otherwise.
If people really want to see me, they’re make the time as individuals, not in a big group where they are required to turn up.
That’s my final take on things.