Saying goodbye

So my notebook may be going to the U.S. next week. WW asked to borrow it and I'm asking him to help me sell it after he comes back. It's been 7 years since I bought it and I know I'll miss it. It's almost like a person and it's been there for me when no one else was - to feel my tears, my anxiety, my anger, my laughter, my fears...

To you: So I'm finally letting you go. You, the faithful one who has accompanied me through the many ups and downs of my university years and for years after. Maybe you know me best, my dear notebook.

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I haven't been feeling that okay these few weeks. Most of it is work, the rest are memories. It's been rather bad but I know I've been through worse.

Just that I never expected to sink into such a state. Like what C said, it's back with a vengeance.

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Move on, you'd say. And I'll say that I can't, not that I haven't tried. So I'm going to be stupidly brave and try the other option. And we'll see. But I'm just wondering, where have you been?