zomg.

Okay, so there's more to pack than I realized.

The tough bit about moving, is to be honest with oneself and chuck away unwanted things. Excess baggage. We all need to learn to move on.

It's also the little things that are hardest to pack away. Big ticket items can be stuffed into bags and boxes. The little nitty-gritty ones are a tad harder to shelve.

And I've got about a day left.

Oops.

On the flip side, things are going well/terrible, depending on how (and when) you look at it.

I don't really know what to make of these jumbledthoughts. I like to think I've grown up enough to recognize when it's emo-nonsense and when it means something. I'm pretty sure it's the former at the moment.

It's just that,

it's not as easy to shake off as I would assume. And I wonder why sensibilities don't take shape quicker.

Oh sadness is beautiful. Loneliness is tragic. So says the BSBs.

You with your legions of adoring fans and bucketloads of cash fail to convince me that you understand. Not that I can claim otherwise.

But still.

Maybe, I need to stop asking why, and just,

pretend at pretending.

. Arigato .