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I'm leaving tomorrow. So is Nolan. I know you're all gonna miss the hell out of us. Because all of your lives would be boring without us. And after you get used to us being gone, you'll all become content with your drab, boring, useless lives in this shit-hole city with your pointless possessions, collections, and manifestations of a life that may exist somewhere else that's more meaningful. The lives that we, the de-parters, are living. But envy towards us won't be enough to increase your ball size. Perhaps if your balls were bigger, you'd be doing what we're doing. But you're not. You are all perfectly content to stay and rot. It's true, I am coming back in a few weeks. I am leaving this time to scout out a good potential place to move to. Oh, and to get away from you repetitive fucks for a while. Sorry to be so harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts. Now go ahead, write your sarcastic little comments and let yourself believe you told me off so you can feel better about yourself. But you and I both know, you won't. And you never will.