not just an empty room...

to be woken up by persistent banging has made me frustrated and longing for more sleep... although the sound of you laughing, seemingly enjoying the process that will change your environment is even more detrimental...

i don't want to be harsh or angry... but at the same time i can't pretend that it doesn't matter at all... these are real feelings i have and it's the most difficult thing to hide them...

hearing your reasons for leaving, i can't help but have my doubts with their truths... it feels like failure... like our friendship was stronger than this but has suffered a horrible shaky dismount...

the trucks pile up with your things outside... they're proof this is happening... i think once you're gone i'll close the door over for the day so i don't expose myself to the empty walls and naked floors... my nerves lie with what the future holds... this isn't going to easy, but judging from the fact that you've left, maybe it never was...