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Went to Chicago. Saw some sweet shit. Dropped my phone in my sister's toilet -- phone is now permanently broken. So, if I don't return any calls, it's because I haven't recieved any.
Tonight after dinner I took down everything off of my walls in my room, which took the better part of two hours because there was so much of it. I panicked halfway through when I stepped back to look and saw only blank white staring back at me, and I laid on my back in the middle of my floor and stared at the ceiling to calm down.
Some of the stuff I took down had been up since 6th grade. I remember every magazine I tore every scrap and picture and page out of. Now it's just white. My posters are in a corner in a pile, my Absolut ads in a box in my closet, and I don't know what to do next, really.
Mom came in and asked why I was doing it. There's a whole host of deep-seated reasons I'm sure, but mostly, I was bored and feeling just a little destructive.
Tonight after dinner I took down everything off of my walls in my room, which took the better part of two hours because there was so much of it. I panicked halfway through when I stepped back to look and saw only blank white staring back at me, and I laid on my back in the middle of my floor and stared at the ceiling to calm down.
Some of the stuff I took down had been up since 6th grade. I remember every magazine I tore every scrap and picture and page out of. Now it's just white. My posters are in a corner in a pile, my Absolut ads in a box in my closet, and I don't know what to do next, really.
Mom came in and asked why I was doing it. There's a whole host of deep-seated reasons I'm sure, but mostly, I was bored and feeling just a little destructive.