leaving in two days. am i done with packing? erm.. my room has never been messier.. my apples have been abandoned beside the electric power plugs. two dirty plates, complete with with apple cores and breadcrumbs, adorn my study table and the dirty laundry is in a pile beside my shoes. my closet, though cleared of winter clothing, is reminiscent of a post-hurricane landscape as dresses and skirts lay crumbled on top my my rolled-up tee skirts.
tomorrow is my last day of work. i genuinely -cross my heart blah blah- hope that nothi ng special will happen. i dread farewell scenes and more often than not, it is not because i get overly-emotional and tearful but rather, i am incapable of expressing sorrow publicaly and it gets onto my nerves because people expect me to crumble into a sorry mess..
but i repeat- i am ready to leave.
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