what cleaning out your childhood house feels like

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i want to bang my head on a desk for three hours and then drink seven beers in four minutes and sleep for five weeks

i want to CTRL + ALT + DEL

i want a bathtub

and a back rub

and to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat

music boxes are make the most depressing sound in the world. this is what a music box sounds like: "i exist only to be sweet, and nobody loves me."

it feels like grasshoppers are busting out of my skin or something

i feel like a hungry grizzly bear with p.m.s. in a cave three sizes too small, and someone is saying "do your homework or you will never graduate!" while poking me and waking me up from the best nap of my life

i wish i was a heroin addict so moving all this shit out of this house would be no big deal, because my huge #1 problem would be being addicted to heroin

how do you throw this shit away? how do you do that? i have so much shit. i have been interested in a lot of different shit from ages 10 - 23. i have accumulated many things which reflect my interests in this shit. i have grown at least a foot since then, and i have gotten boobs and hips, and this one time i got fat, and then i got skinny, and then i got a little fatter but not quite as fat as i was, and then i got very skinny, and now i'm skinny-to-average, so i've had had clothes from sizes four to fourteen, not to mention kids clothes OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THAT'S SO MUCH FABRIC I FEEL SO GROSS.

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