Lately

my thoughts have been spewing from my brain into streams of poetic garble that probably makes little sense to anyone who doesn't know me well. Even those who do may be left staring blankly at the screen in confusion after that last one. Or maybe not? That bothers me slightly about my poems... I'm normally so hesitant about sharing them because it makes me feel vulnerable. And yet I always hope deep down that others can relate to or understand my words. So if I hope to write something worth sharing that others can relate to, how will I ever know unless I begin somewhere? Feedback is a good thing, I suppose... hm... I shall ponder this.

Anywho.

I leave in five days and it doesn't seem real quite yet. I've been devoting absurd amounts of time to cleaning out the former trash bin I called my room. Much to my pleasure, it is now much roomier and more organized than it has been in about seven years. All that remains for me to tackle is the upper shelf of my closet, which contains binders and random junk ranging from 6th grade to 4 months ago. Yikes.

Shaina left on Wednesday and it was sad. I've known her the longest of all my close friends, and shall miss her deeply. But we've talked on the phone every day, which is awesome. Haha, it's like she's on vacation or something... for now. I'll see her at Christmas though.

As for the pending goodbyes?

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I'll leave that one for later.