I've maintained this shiny veneer of denial for about a week or so, and now it's starting to slip.... I'm leaving. When Rebecca packed up her room and said goodbye (at least for now) yesterday it finally hit me - I'm leaving this place, I'm leaving this apartment, I'm leaving this college life for good. This has been such a wonderful and brilliant experience - sometimes I wish it was a dream from which I could never wake up. I know that sounds bad, as in being away from home etc, but this semester has been too good to be true.

Shit, I can't write now. I don't want to get myself too upset.