I leave in 4 days. Period.
And that's how I feel. I have 3 finals in the next four days. I leave on Friday after my last final. I have to be packed in four days. I have to spend time with people I won't see until August all in four days. Right now I just want to say fuck it; fuck all y'all, fuck anything I'm feeling, fuck the things that I want to do with no time to do them, fuck everything. I'm not angry, I'm not pissed; I just don't want to leave. Because things are going to change this summer, people are going to change, and I have no comfort for next year. Zero comfort. And that makes me upset. I have no choice. You need to be happy, that's what I want. It's just unfortunate that in order for you to be happy and have a good summer, I'm left in a place with no comfort in what is to come. Or what you even want to come. Being helpless is something I hate above all other feelings. I'm leaving in four days, and don't have the time to do the things I want to do. Four days. Gone.