Who would have thought that I'd find myself sitting here Out of all places
Staring down the lights As they pass overhead and I do not feign sleep
Listening to songs Night and morning hours blurred Not caring who hears
Thinking that I could Possibly have it in me To miss this rat race
With that lofty goal Of my past six years of life Only five days out
Only five days until I move in, and for the first time I'm not sure I'm ready. I was ******* this place before, and I have little intention of taking most of it back (except for the really out there outbursts and moments), but I think, for the first time in seven moves, I'm nervous about leaving a place I've felt trapped in. Maybe I'm just nervous about the change.