just typing some stuff

[buffyspeak]

If everything is fleeting, like the bites of food that I am able to put in my mouth before my stomach becomes too full, then why do we accumulate so much unnecessary baggage? Literal baggage stuffed to the brink in everyone’s closets, pouring out the corners, obesity. Emotional baggage why won’t they leave me alone; the abuses of the past haunting my present, no girlfriend but she’s right there, just behind my right shoulder, the one swollen with the uneven pain. No tit for tat, but this for that; years of pent up emotional injustices for trying to be the best I can be, always, always falling disappointingly short of unset, unmet goals.

Clutter, my most recently appointed middle name, surrounds me, protects me, shields and holds me; my big comfy cocoon blanket. I hide. Unbared to the world. In crap.

I have to clean my room and pack.