This is going to be my life for awhile ...

[quietprofanity]

[Scene: Room]

Me: Oh, look! A box! Surely it only has garbage inside. I can clearly throw some of this away in preparation for another move to another state.

[looks inside]

Me: Oh ... my diplomas. Well, I have to keep those. And a writing journal ... hey, these are the original drafts of fanfics I wrote in high school. I can't get rid of those ... and another one ... and more writing ... and writing for a class and ...

WAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T GET RID OF ANYTHING! [cries and is defeated]

Comments

[samguthrie1.livejournal.com]

You too, huh?

[quietprofanity.livejournal.com]

I know it doesn't make any sense to (potentially) cart these things across the country, but ... ulp. Can't throw them away.

I did toss old notes from journalism stories, though.