i'm done here

[rhamnousia]

I don't like December. This break, yes, these 25 days, were all about you. When I came back I only had one thing in mind -- to give you a proper ending, an appropriate ending. As it stands, I've already said what needs to be said, done what needs to be done. I'm sorry I can't do any more. It's out of my hands now; December holds no more promise for me.

I want to go home.