As the countdown gets closer to zero, i realize more and more that im going. More importantly i realize that they're not coming with me. So many people, so many goodbyes, so many hugs, so many tears. Why can't they come? All in my suitcase. It will be fine. I'm sure it will. Customs will not even notice. No more hugs, no more phone calls. I shouldn't be freaking out like this. I should be fine. I'm not going forever. I should get over myself. I don't know how though. How do I change from doing something every day to not doing it at all. Will I be replaced? Will i be forgotten? Will the mild impact that I have possibly made be erased and scribbled over by someone new and more wise? I'm so selfish.