busybody.

packing.

that's what i'm doing and it really shouldn't be this hard.
i promised myself i wouldn't over pack and here i am..
over-packing.
i'll repack tomorrow anyways, so why keep at it?

as if packing isn't stressing me out enough,
while doing so, it leaves an open field
for my mind to wander.

i can't help but feel the way i do..
he doesn't have the slightest clue
we'll see what happens..

but at least i'm realizing one thing.
that it's okay for me to be happy.

at least for this moment,
i have a smile on my face.