Supersize

It's so weird to think that in a week everything about my life will be so different. That everything I know will pretty much be non-existant anymore. It's going to be so weird not coming home to this place because to me it is my home. It will be weird not having my other half to talk to about all the stupid thoughts of the day and just sit and talk about life on hours with. And for the first time in half a year I'll truly have alone time and more then just five minutes here and there. To be honest, I'm not sure if I like the thought of that. I don't know how well I'm going to sleep alone and not knowing when I will see everyone next. I don't even know where I'm going. Who I'll be with. If I will even have the money to be able to afford anything. It's as if life as I know it is about to pack up and leave. I'll miss coming home and wanting to come home because I want to see people. I'll miss dubstepping it and dealing with the cops on a regular basis. I'll miss how bad we all must seem like crack heads. I'll miss climbing trees and drinking any day of the week. I'll miss couchs in kitchens and broken sinks. I'll miss piggy back rides and constant bikes in the house. I'll miss late night, way wasted nights filled with laughter and memories. I'll miss all the laughing. I'll miss efukt nights and break.com nights. I'll miss all the "Now what?"'s and all the business talk. Going out for smokes afterwards and being super immature. I'll miss airplanes and "you're pretty and you pay attention to me". I don't know, I'll just miss so much and I'm not sure where this next chapter in my life will take me. I guess I'll just have to find out.