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I hit my breaking point at 4:11 today. That's normally the time that I call you, when I hit the edge and try not to fall off, but you're not here anymore. I wish I had your voice bottled inside my head to calm me down.
Clean out your room, Sarah. God you've got a lot of shit in here! Sarah just throw it all away. No Sarah, that has to move, you can't put anything on the floor of the closet, the realtor says you musn't have anything on the floor of your closet. Wow Sarah, your room is so bare! Doesn't it look great! Doesn't it just feel good to get rid of all your clutter! Don't you love the new carpet? Don't you love how your mirror looks without all those pictures on it?
We haven't even sold the fucking house yet but already it no longer belongs to me.
My room no longer belongs to me.
Clean out your room, Sarah. God you've got a lot of shit in here! Sarah just throw it all away. No Sarah, that has to move, you can't put anything on the floor of the closet, the realtor says you musn't have anything on the floor of your closet. Wow Sarah, your room is so bare! Doesn't it look great! Doesn't it just feel good to get rid of all your clutter! Don't you love the new carpet? Don't you love how your mirror looks without all those pictures on it?
We haven't even sold the fucking house yet but already it no longer belongs to me.
My room no longer belongs to me.