Rants (from my jacked up mind)

Packing...

Packing is a pain in the donkey.

First of all, just the general realization that you are a hoarder is pretty devastating if you ask me. Like, you think you just a normal person with the usual amount of issues (which in my case is about 5 million) until you find stuff that is completely disgusting and irrelevant but you can't seem to bring yourself to throw it away.

Another thing is finding stuff that you've wanted to forget for the LONGEST time or stupid stuff that someone could find and embarrass you. I found the first parody I've ever made and I realized that I was a conceited child or I liked to write songs about conceited people. I think it's the latter. Here's a line from my Call Me Maybe parody.

"I want to be you, when you looked at me..." Ect.

Yeah, it was stupid.

But packing has its perks like finding the first OFFICIAL story you've ever written or seeing some really old class work from like kindergarten. 

But meh, I'll always hate packing.

TOODLES!

-Skyfallsauce_555