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!