Crap.
Why do I feel so sad about everything all of a sudden? I started packing a bunch of stuff yesterday, and then today while I was taking stuff off my walls I started thinking about things... and now I feel terribly alone. Which is rather silly because nothing huge is changing right now. It's just that I'm here alone in my room for the second night in a row while everyone else is out there hanging around with each other and presumably having fun being social. And I can't because I'm supposed to be doing things. Which I AM doing, but goddammit, everything is going shifty-crazy and I feel like I'm losing my grasp.