today i went out to my car and got the clear shoe box out of my trunk, and then i brought it in here and i put things in it. everything that i looked at that made my eyes well up when i looked at it got put in that box.

its a good thing to do, but it just makes it feel so final. like maybe it was all just pretend, or a bad dream, until now. now i look around and the pictures are gone, and his phone number isn't taped to the side of my computer anymore. the card he gave me last week isn't sitting on my desk, and i threw away the empty bag of sour patch kids thats been sitting on my printer [that bag came with the card, i found them in my bookbag in the middle of a class].
i think one of the hardest things will be my room at home. there's a lot of stuff that i didn't bring with me, and i'm not looking forward to being in my room back home anytime soon.

off to dinner [and hopefully some laughter] with molly, jenny, and sarah!