I may not know what I want to do with my life or what I want to “make of myself”, I don’t really even know where I want to be most of the time. But I realized rather recently what I want my major to be, even though you think it’s useless. It’s what I want to do. And as far as where I’ll be, I’m still not sure about that, but I’m completely positive that as long as I get out of your house and away from you with any type of velocity, things will get better. I wouldn’t have realized it without you, so in that way I owe you. Just think, if you hadn’t been so unbearably awful, I’m not sure I would know these things. My major is going to be what I want, make sense of it however you like. It’s my life and I’m going to spend it the way I want. With or without you. You had your chance, the things you taught me will last forever, but it’s time to let me go and move on. This isn’t “good-bye.” This is just closing one chapter, and with any hope, beginning another. I love you. Mostly because I have to.