Home. Now that I'm coming home. Will you be the same as when I saw you last? Tell me, how much time has passed?
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10.6.07
I tidied my room today. My dad nearly fainted when I told him that was my plan for the day, so that shows you how rare that is. It's not that it was dirty or anything. I mean, I knew exactly where everything was in there. It was just that nothing else would exactly fit any more. What can I say? I have a lot of stuff.
So, that was what I did this morning. Fascinating, huh? I found a lot of junk. I mean, why was there a severed doll's finger under a heap of books, next to my bed? I put it in the freezer, so that should freak someone out nicely. *cackles evilly* Sorry, that was random. I really must learn to control these random laughs. I filled three bin bags with junk that I wanted to throw out. That shows you how much was in there, doesn't it? It looks really empty now, it's freaky.
I'm an only child, you see, so I get given lots of stuff. And I'm also one of those people that are impossible to buy presents for, so everyone gets me the same things, which I then end up piling in a heap somewhere. You should see the amount of nail varnish I have. There's enough to open a make-up shop. Really, I'm just making excuses for the state it was in. The basic fact of the matter is that I find it easier to hoard stuff than throw it. Not from any sort of emotional attachment, but because invariably I can't be bothered, and it's easier to throw it into a corner of the room and forget it.
Never mind. That should do it until I leave home now. What do you think?
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Just one look at your face, and I can tell, that you've had enough of these useless sunsets. And this could be a movie. And this could be our final line. Cause we don't need these happy endings.
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10.6.07
I tidied my room today. My dad nearly fainted when I told him that was my plan for the day, so that shows you how rare that is. It's not that it was dirty or anything. I mean, I knew exactly where everything was in there. It was just that nothing else would exactly fit any more. What can I say? I have a lot of stuff.
So, that was what I did this morning. Fascinating, huh? I found a lot of junk. I mean, why was there a severed doll's finger under a heap of books, next to my bed? I put it in the freezer, so that should freak someone out nicely. *cackles evilly* Sorry, that was random. I really must learn to control these random laughs. I filled three bin bags with junk that I wanted to throw out. That shows you how much was in there, doesn't it? It looks really empty now, it's freaky.
I'm an only child, you see, so I get given lots of stuff. And I'm also one of those people that are impossible to buy presents for, so everyone gets me the same things, which I then end up piling in a heap somewhere. You should see the amount of nail varnish I have. There's enough to open a make-up shop. Really, I'm just making excuses for the state it was in. The basic fact of the matter is that I find it easier to hoard stuff than throw it. Not from any sort of emotional attachment, but because invariably I can't be bothered, and it's easier to throw it into a corner of the room and forget it.
Never mind. That should do it until I leave home now. What do you think?
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Just one look at your face, and I can tell, that you've had enough of these useless sunsets. And this could be a movie. And this could be our final line. Cause we don't need these happy endings.
