Spartan
Went into my roommate's room to fiddle with the Internet router plug. Held it together emotionally to not burst into tears. I'm a monster. That guy owns like nothing. My room is filled with so many comics that they literally form a carpeting. My feet touch paper, not floor.
I enjoy comics. I enjoy comic books. This is a horrific way to live. I hate this life, burn my (half of the) apartment.
Having things is no problem. Perhaps I need to just throw this all in the garbage, rare stuff, signed books, beloved books and all.
-Ayo2012xoxo.
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