I've started putting sticky notes up on my walls to encourage me to do things instead of just sitting in my room and doing nothing. My hair is up in a bun, I'm a little sweaty, but that's okay. I look back and reflect on my life in these moments and I think to myself, what would life be like if i had killed myself? I think that to myself as I smoke outside too, but that's besides the point.
I have a lot of shit in my basement area in= need to get rid of, im going to be moving the stuff from upstairs to the downstairs, because were having caleb's family move in sometime in march. With the help of my mom oif course. Im just trying to sell this damn couch. Its big, and it was expensive. My dad wanted it, used it all the time, then moved. Then we never used it and had to move it to the basement. Very frustrating, because now we're having a hard time getting rid of the damn thing. Horrible isn't it?
