it's hard to say, it's time to say it... goodbye... goodbye...
can i cry? no... must not cry... must not cry... must hold on. gotta hold on...

that opened door, which now revealed an empty room. a comforter folded neatly on the bed, bedspread straightened out of any creases. the table, which used to be piled full of stuff, is as bare as the desert. cds, books, dictionary now take their places on the shelf. oh, curse each time that i have to pass the room.

[note to self: lay off 'em (hardly-would-call) 'flowery' words]

i'm s.a.d, no less...

-phing-