religiously.

why is it that i must move at least once a year? it's so freakin depressing and overwhelming, but at the same time there's that whole idea of making a new start. (does that ever really happen?)
i am such a packrat and there is a constant internal battle about whether that is an endearing quality or the trait of a total fruity-loop. it seems a little not right to have a sentimental attachment to EVERYTHING. that doesn't change anything. i still need it all, even if it's spead out in my parents' basements (stuff that can't get wet in dad's because mom's leaks, but still try to have some sort of equal dispersement).
so instead i will play on the computer for way too long. because these are things i really need to be doing right now.
silly girl.