6 more sleeps

__ more sleeps.
That's what I would say when I was little and Santa was coming.
heh.

ok so that's how many sleeps until I move outta here.
I'm halfway packed.
I hate saying goodbye though. It really breaks my heart.
From the people whom I love to death, to those ones who've, at times, made ME seem crazy.

Is it wrong to not want to see someone before you leave,who's really hurt you?
In one way I feel bad, but why should I give someone closure who's just used me the last couple of months.



I hope Toronto, or someone in it, doesn't break my goddamn heart.