I'm So Empty
--I took everything off of my walls today. Right down to the Kurt Cobain poster at the head (or foot depending on which way I'm sleeping) of my bed. I already feel violated, and I was the one that was doing the violating. I can't believe that July 15th will be the last day in my crappy ass apartment. I'm glad that I'm moving, but the packing process is always unsettling. You find pictures or objects that bring up bad/good/interesting memories.
--Like the Mountain dog tag I just ran across. It was given to me by my ex and I started thinking about all the times we had, just messing around on the couch and everything. Then the bad memories came, our two break ups and the last time he came to visit, several internet fights. But it's always like that, that's the hardest part of moving, packing. And of course you have to chunk a lot of stuff out. Even if you're moving to a bigger place. But that's alright, I understand, I've only moved uhm, 7 times in my life. I'll be alright. It just creeps me out to see the walls of my apartment room so...naked.
--Like the Mountain dog tag I just ran across. It was given to me by my ex and I started thinking about all the times we had, just messing around on the couch and everything. Then the bad memories came, our two break ups and the last time he came to visit, several internet fights. But it's always like that, that's the hardest part of moving, packing. And of course you have to chunk a lot of stuff out. Even if you're moving to a bigger place. But that's alright, I understand, I've only moved uhm, 7 times in my life. I'll be alright. It just creeps me out to see the walls of my apartment room so...naked.