You know how when you're moving, there's a point at which you're trying to get ready to go before that last major big moving day, and 80% of your stuff is in boxes, and you don't know where anything is, and you absolutely hate all your stuff and never want to see it again, and everything you once thought you wanted looks tatty and gross, and the place is full of dust and old coins and weird odds and ends and you can no longer even make decisions about what to keep and what to throw away or possibly remember why in the hell you ever bought that crappy stuff in the first place, and you've misspent your whole life and just want to put everything out on the curb and go live in a VW camper for the rest of your life with your only possessions a tin enamelware cup, a woolly sweater, and a transistor radio?
That's about where I am right now.
← Eyes for Christmas. ||
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