Forgotten Pt. 2

And this is the time where a sigh of relief is supposed to happen, but I feel like I have none to waste. In a week, I want to see everyone one last, make one incredible memory, make up for everything I've done and everything I haven't... Anticipation is the key word, when I left for Oregon, it was a shock, I didn't see it coming but I know the end is coming now. I know I won't see people ever again. And I'm afraid that it won't matter to them. Sure, now everyone is saying how much they miss me and whatever but I know I'll feel lonely at times, I'm going to want to come home and I'm gonna want it to all stop, life needs to stop. I'm just tired of losing people in my life, I hate it. I hate breaking up because I don't know how to be a friend after having those feelings, and I feel like my importance to them declined... I don't want to be forgotten when I leave, and it's selfish but I want people to cry at the thought of never having me in their life because that's what I do. Can I just mean the world to you, forever? These next 6 days suck.