Seven Days Before Goodbye

 Seven days left, and I’m somewhere in the middle of holding on too tightly and wanting to run away before it hurts more.

Everything feels loud and quiet at the same time. I’m here, but my heart is already halfway packed. I’m surrounded by people, but it already feels like goodbye. And what do I even say to the ones I might never see again? Nothing feels enough.

It’s not just leaving a place....it’s leaving routines, chai breaks, random walks, hostel nonsense, the little familiar things I once hated but now can’t stop noticing.

And the worst part? I don’t know what’s waiting for me next. PG? Another city? New people? Or just more silence? I like being alone but this kind of loneliness… it’s different. It’s heavy.

No one teaches you how to say goodbye. So maybe I won’t. I’ll just soak in the last 7 days. Watch my life in slow motion. Let myself feel everything. Or maybe feel nothing. I don’t know.

But if this is a chapter closing… I hope I’ve lived these pages well.