<- Clearly I need Therapy ->
I abso-fucking-lutely hate packing! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
I layed around all day trying hard not to start packing up all my shit!
This means that my room is in utter disarray and that I am soon to start suffering from depression. (I was crying at the conclusion of an episode of Queer Eye)
I feel like I just need to let it all out because this of all is going to be the worst part. I do not know what it is about packing and moving that upsets me so but it certainly does.
I think it has something to do with always having to pack up my shit and leave my family at the end of the summer every year for eight years knowing that I was not going to see them again for another 9-10 months.
Even though I am all grown up now it still sucks and I hate, hate, hate the way that it makes me feel.
To describe it, it is almost like the constant feeling of riding a rollercoaster over and over again. My stomach sinking and rising. It sucks my fat booty.
I am throwing a whole lotta shit away and I am going to donate as many items of clothing as possible.
The worst part is in as much as help has been offered to me because of my bad attitude towards it I cannot accept any help.
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