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This morning I began to really go through every little thing in my bedroom, every ltitle bit of paper stuffed in odd places (which consisted of mostly notes to myself and homework) but there was I found that made me cry. I don't want to go into detail about it, but it was from a really sad day from fifth grade, and it was day I began keeping a journal. It's amazing how much I've grown from then, and at the same time it feels like it was yesterday that I did that. I also found on the inside of my closet wall, I wrote "JD was here 99", and then also, on a different wall, written in Blue acrylic paint "Jess Davs '05".
I'm really sad that I'm packing up my room... because this room will never be the same room ever again. It'll never be my place to get away from everybody ever again because I won't be living in it everyday.
These blue walls that I've become so accustomed to is soon to be just a "vacation" from dorm life.
...this is so fucking weird....