three;

I feel trapped.

I feel caged.

Stuck.

Damned.

Gone.

two;

I can't stand this nor that.

These boxes have been sitting in my room for over a week now.

I'd do anything to stay a little longer.

Without thinking, I'll commit myself to other things...

I'll sit and think. I'll go on walks. I'll visit friends.

Packing? Who said anything about packing?

And please don't say that word. Never say that word.

That word that instills fear in my soul, that word that gives me chills.

But I guess we have to leave and move on. Think of it as "I'll see you later..."

But never that word.

one;

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."

-Plato