I am so tired
Dec. 19th, 2001 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaof living in a house that always looks like a trash heap. I would love to live for a month in a house where you could put something down on a surface and not worry that some carefully constructed tower of CRAP is going to collapse. And yes, I *KNOW* some of the mess is mine. But it doesn't matter. BEcause I could clean up every single thing I use touch of walk near every single day and it wouldn't matter. There will always be more crap in my house. I'm going to start throwing it out. All of it. My stuff, his stuff "our" stuff.
I reached a point where I don't even want what I have. It's stuff, it's mostly meaningless. I could seriously plan on leaving and never coming back, and fitting what I wanted to take in the back of the Focus. Some of my stitching supplies, and a couple of the finished projects, a box (if that many) of books (Who needs all these books? If I want to re-read them, I can find them at the library. That's why libraries exist) and the six outfits I wear the most often. Maybe a box of photos and mementos. Maybe. That's how crap collecting starts.
Fuck it.
I reached a point where I don't even want what I have. It's stuff, it's mostly meaningless. I could seriously plan on leaving and never coming back, and fitting what I wanted to take in the back of the Focus. Some of my stitching supplies, and a couple of the finished projects, a box (if that many) of books (Who needs all these books? If I want to re-read them, I can find them at the library. That's why libraries exist) and the six outfits I wear the most often. Maybe a box of photos and mementos. Maybe. That's how crap collecting starts.
Fuck it.
