Mood:

urg
I have to leave for my Bording school tomrow at five AM. Ive managed to put evertything off to the very last second and now i have to pack everything and read three books in a day. oh well.
i think im just being over dramatic, but i cant help it.
i feel like this is the end of my life here, in this room, and in this house. and its not even the house ill miss but the woods and that garden, and the sun. it makes me hurt just thinking of leaving it all. i know how it will go. ill be here for the summers, but asides for the next four year i'll be at school and then collage and then the rest of my life.
i feel like im drinfting away from shore, but my heats still on land and with every wave i feel a string break.
away...