Sunday, 18 April 2010

wow, it's actually really sad to move out, being forced to go through your whole life. I just really don't feel like being reminded about my braceface-acne-noboysinsight-fase. It was bad enough living in it. No need to rip it up, you know!

I wish I could have a magic leprechaun to do the job. To go through everything and sort out what's to keep and what's to throw away. Oh I wish Bill Compton could come and rescue me again, like he did last night!
Sigh.

1 comment:

King Sash said...

Look at the things that spark the memories as the tools and obstacles that have helped shape who you are today, that's not to say you wouldn't have been nearly the person you are now...