Listening to: this is the last time
Feeling: thrilled
i feel like a part of my life is dying.
my room is starting to come along. there is splotches of paint on the wall. and by tomorrow all the remaining drawings will be gone. like, my dad primed it. but you could still see them through the white. and now they are slowly becoming the past. and its sad.
i was out in the garage looking for a box to put my closet stuff in, and i saw my old mattress standing against a wall. and it still has my sheets on there. the same sheets ive had since i was 10. i was like. saddened by seeing them. not only have i had these sheets since i was ten. but ive also had that mattress since ive been out of the crib. its just blah.
im not good with change.
but i want this room redone so bad. idk. i just dont like letting go of things. letting go of memories. i swear. im like the worst pack rat EVER. i have the stupidest things saved. like brochures from those caves in kentucky from my sixth grade summer road trip with my parents. or like some old folders from freshmen year full of papers, because my teachers said to save them incase i took ap english. yeah i know dork. but im like that.
and my username is a total oxymoron to who i am. hmmph.
but idk im just being weird and sappy. i was going to talk to heri about this on the phone. but hes at work so i decided to spill it to eljay. hmmph.
well back to packing up my closet stuff.
god. what am i going to do when college comes around?
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