I told no one I was going away.

Just a couple of people found out, because of my family telling them, and of course, my family knew too. I just wish I could be gone for good, and stay here in Canada, or just somewhere else, somewhere special; and never see again the beautiful people I left behind. None of them at all.

And the weird part is that, apart from my parents and my uncle/godfather and my grandmother, no one even cared that I was gone. I mean, I got a call from a friend who didn't know I was still gone, and that's it. And I'm glad. This means I have severed the links to my previous self. And now, I'm free, and I'm no longer a worm.