The title may seem cruel, but we might as well face the truth.
Goodbye Logan. I will not miss you or the seasonal depression you bring me as I breathe in the toxins from the cow-poop inversion.
Goodbye School. I love to learn but will not miss the stress you bring me or the 7:30 am classes everyday.
Goodbye House. I will not miss the loads of laundry or the dishes that pile up or the 2x2 shower that keeps growing mold.
Goodbye Work. I will not miss you making me feel like I work for Michael Scott.
Goodbye Everything. Probably Won't Miss You...because tomorrow I leave to this: