This is the last night that I will ever sleep in this house.
I am trying to feel something. I guess I am feeling something, I'm just not sure what it is. It's not like it hasn't sunk in. It's sunk in. It has hit me full force, and it feels strange. But I don't feel at all excited, and I don't feel at all sad. I feel like staying up late. And maybe I feel a little sick to my stomach. There are boxes stacked up all around me. The shelves are all empty. The only things left in the room are the computer and my bed, and boxes. The room echoes. Tomorrow I'm going to leave for work, and I'll just never come back. I'm leaving here forever. I feel like I should feel more triumphant.
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