Dear Apathy, I don't really know where I should start. I never was good at writing letters. Especially the important ones. You were the one with all the words. And you always knew just the right combination of them to make me feel better. That's something I'll never forget. But I can't keep quite about this any longer. And although I can't write this letter as well as you could, well, perhaps that's the point. I am sorry, Apathy, but I have to leave you. I know that must come as a shock, and believe me, I never imagined I would have to write those words. Least of all to you, but is true. I'm sorry, but I can't be in this relationship with you anymore. I suppose that requires some sort of explanation, and while I still haven't convinced myself that this is totally the right decision; the least I can do is tell you how I arrived here. Over the past few months, I've been doing some searching inside myself. I knew that something in my life wasn'