Well, Well

Well, Stuart is leaving tomorrow. Stuart is leaving, and everything is going to go back to how it was Back to those mundane months, uninspired. It's not as if one person can be attributed to how things are from now on. But still. Everything is going to be the same. Repitition as a literary device is not even necessary to explain the scope of these things. It's not so insane, considering the fact that Stuart already left once before. Everyone leaves, but it just seems like these signifigant people leave sooner than I can believe? I don't even know anymore. I'm not going to break up over it, but I am probably going to be damn confused. Really damn confused...