everything changes.
I leave in two days.
Today was a scheduled packing day, but mainly I've spent it crying a lot and looking around my house. WHY AM I ALWAYS CRYING?! I keep thinking about everything that I have to say goodbye to, and realize that William Shakespeare knew nothing about it. Parting isn't such sweet sorrow, in fact there is nothing sweet about it, it fucking sucks. For so long I've thought I'm ready to leave, ready to get out, ready to change. But what if I'm wrong?
I feel like I'm six again, crying when the pony I was riding took off in the opposite direction of where everyone else was headed, but this time I can't get off and ride with mom.
Today was a scheduled packing day, but mainly I've spent it crying a lot and looking around my house. WHY AM I ALWAYS CRYING?! I keep thinking about everything that I have to say goodbye to, and realize that William Shakespeare knew nothing about it. Parting isn't such sweet sorrow, in fact there is nothing sweet about it, it fucking sucks. For so long I've thought I'm ready to leave, ready to get out, ready to change. But what if I'm wrong?
I feel like I'm six again, crying when the pony I was riding took off in the opposite direction of where everyone else was headed, but this time I can't get off and ride with mom.