So this is what my life comes down to, two suitcases and a few giftbags of linens. I am to leave for school day after tomorrow, wow...i'm going to be on my own soon. And I have finished packing (except a few last minute things) and thats all there is. Everything that I can call mine fits in two suitcases, two gift bags, and one backpack. Thats it. I am twenty years ago, and if I was to pass into oblivion thats all that I would leave behind. I guess it wouldn't be hard to erase all traces of me. Its all kind of depressing to look at that small pile and know thats there isn't anything left here of me. I want to make my mark on the world and I fear that all I am doing is passing through silently. Does anyone even notice that they are standing right next to me? Do you notice that I exist?