i'm done. throwing away shit i don't ever and will never wear or need again.
hopefully donating it so i don't feel like shit about myself. i just want to be organized again so i can start fresh again. i can't stay in the same skin for too long. hence the reason i dye and cut my hair. and go through mood swings. and wear makeup. it's because i'm sick. i just can not stop moving. even when i'm sluggishly lying in bed until 2 o'clock on saturday's, i'm moving. or am i? either way. get me out of this clock before the minute hand crushes me.
i'm a walking contradiction