time, and again

and the time at which i finish packing everything from my room up would be?



why 4:40 of course.



prophetic/pathetic. totally

the room looks so small without anything in it. i wish i had a camera. might take a few on the phone tomorrow morning. can't believe how many things have happened here. too many even to think about. literally every corner has a different memory.



and all of a sudden, i don't live here anymore.