Tearing them up.
"I don't want to go." - the Tenth Doctor
I miss people already. Tomorrow morning is the last time I will see some of my closest friends for a long time. I haven't cried. Not in my plans. I don't think I'd stop.
But they're all going to be here, and I won't be.
My list is too long. I have so many roots. And I don't want to be transplanted. Please, I want to stay.