Leaving.

I can't really handle this. Everything is slowly, but surely getting packed up into little neat boxes. I have to admit, my packing is awesome, but this really sucks. I'm also being sort of impractical. I'm leaving the décor for last. I just can't handle to sleep in a room of bare walls. I can barely even stay in the kitchen, in all its emptiness. I'm packing up my comfort zone and it's fucking scary as hell. I've said bye to one half of the people who have held my sanity together the past 8 months when I needed it most. Looking back, I had no idea it was going to be like this. I don't even remember gradually getting into the relationships I have with my roommates. It just sort of was instant. I glance around my half-empty bedroom and realize that this is my home for only 3 days more. I want summer so bad, but I didn't really think about what that meant about leaving. I'm already kind of excited for the end of summer when we are reunited in 108 Barclay. But still, its not just moving out of the suite. Its moving out of res. It just means that everything changes again. I picked myself off the floor to come here and now I have to do it again to come home. Knowing that when I come back in September everything must change. I've never been good with change. I don't think I ever will be.

I really need to concentrate though, if I'm even going to get through these last three days.

Belated Tuesday Confessionals:
+ I want to write down everything he says, so I can look back at it when I need him the most.
+ I am scared to death of change and never accept it willingly.
+ I ate almost an entire bag of jalapeño chips last night.
+ I have not begun studying for my biology exam, I really need to start.
+ I hate it when people chew with their mouths open, for both the sight and sounds.