No one (well, at least me) ever wants to admit that they failed at something, especially if it's a big life event. I'll be moving out officially on Saturday, and of course being who I am, is giving me all sorts of conflicted feelings.
Sad that things failed between us, but optimistic that our friendship will still last.
Worried about the "next step" in life, but also excited.
Just general anxiety.
But before all of this, I have a ton of things left to do.
Gotta focus and concentrate
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