Boxes

My life has been summed up in a series of boxes.

I'll be moving again on Saturday. All my posters are down, my books packed away. Most of my clothes have been stuffed into bags or into boxes. It's times like these where I really wish I could just fit everything into a huge backpack and be able to pick up and move at a moments notice.

Is it sad if I ask for more boxes?

Or maybe roommates who aren't awful. She will not be missed one bit. All the others will though. They were good people.

Life will be better outside the dorms. At least I hope so.