This is it...Is this it?

I thought today would be busy so I didn't plan to meet up with anyone. So basically it's just me and my parents. I feel like a spare part because the removers did most of the packing. Bored, useless and slightly lonely. Was my last day supposed to be so depressing?

It was an 8:15 start this morning. You ever have one of those days when you wake up earlier than you wanted to and then you can't get back to sleep? Yeah, that kind of thing. Still the removals people were here at 9am so I had to be presentable. Me and mum took some things to the charity shop. The assistant didn't look too pleased with our offerings. Whatever happened to a smile and a thankyou?

Still, the morning was filled with uttered obscenities, raspy voices asking for fag breaks, the sound of tape being ripped away from the roll all in one go. They use so much, it could keep the tape companies going for decades...

There's words echoing, reverberating inside my skull, bouncing off its walls. They're my thoughts, jumbled. I can't understand what I'm trying to think, trying to feel. Do I have to try? Do I have to understand why I'm feeling like this? Or is it just me?

~facewithoutaname~