Dear Diary,
Mood apathetic. Today was my last day at work, and honestly, it felt like just another day. It was routine, and that’s all it ever was. No farewell thing for me. No cake, No 'Good luck!'. No 'We'll miss you!' I felt hollow. I drove home for the last time with a silent mind. No tears, no dramatic farewells. Just a quiet exit from a job that’s felt like so much but never really felt like mine. I guess I’m supposed to feel something about it, but honestly, I don’t. Sometimes things just end, and you move on, and that’s all there is to it.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks