2004-06-05 - 2:57 p.m.
Hello all.
I am home.
Normally, I would be a bit more excited. Don't misunderstand, I love Craptown. I love this place. To me, it symbolizes everything that I love about my life and my wonderful, happy childhood. And believe me, I was happy here.
I moved out when I was nine years old. I just turned seventeen. I am not ready to give up my room. I am not ready for it to be my dad's closet.
So of course, I no longer have a place to sleep here. I think I will just take whatever is left here that means anything to me back to NC. And then I will throw away more crap that doesn't mean anything to me.
You know, this really upset me yesterday, but right now, I could care less. Maybe it upsets me more that now people won't be able to see my room as it was, so now they can't understand. Wow, that sentence really didn't even make sense to me.
On another note, my sister is throwing stuff away, which is great fun. It's almost as fun as Zoloft commercials. So I will make myself useful now.
One fish two fish red fish blue fish...
