I'm ready

If all goes well, I'm somewhere else tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then in two weeks. It's useless anyway.
Coming to think of 'if all goes well', it reminds me of Two Steps From Hell - all is hell that ends well or something?
Anyway, do you know that unloved feeling? When you could crawl in a corner because even the one who seems to like you most (whoever that may be) seems to dislike you? Right now I just feel like "Fuck it all, what's the difference anyway?".