The note I left had only three words on it. My already horrible hand writting was made worse by the speed at which I wrote them down. There was no time to write some long sort of goodbye essay. At least i felt there wasnt. I was done with this place and if i spent one minute longer here i would end up killing somebody.
Deus Ex Machina, the god machine. An inprobable solution used to escape from a difficult situation in a story. This story was my life and i had to do something to dig myself out of this hole.
-roguemind