I am determined. To break out of the ever present confines of reality like acne on a dirty adolescent face. My disappearance irrelevant and startling, for I was but a phantasmagorical apparition to begin with, and no one bothers to take notice of something there only fleetingly. I will shatter the surface like a stay baseball disrupting the thick liquidity of a glass window. So long as I don't offend too many people... then again if someone were to take offense to me, at least they acknowledge my presence. They would be forced to look up, their very countenance contorted into a look of sheer shock. Their mouths adopting a circular shape, and eyes doing the same.