byebyebye

IT is the last Hurrah. My parents will be here tomorrow moring helping to shove the remainder of my junk into boxes to be shipped across the country. I will follow in the coming weeks. Back "home". I do and I don't. If every time I didn't know which way to go, I duplicated myself and left one here and the other goes there, how many me's would there be in the world? Would we eventually run into eachother, cross paths? I will miss my friends. You know the little things like just taking a nap and having them barge in all happy and loud only to drag me away from my dreams and off to someplace fun. My roommate. No one I'll ever live with will be the same. GRRR. Why do I have to leave, they ask? Why indeed? I don't know. I shouldve just stayed. I try to please people. my parents. I don't know. I'm a pack rat too. Lots of junk I never used, never needed but have "just in case". I was just lying on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking that the show Friends us iver and so will mine be too. Only we only had four years.

How long does it take to make good friends? How long will it take to find more? I'm tired. Why do I keep moving around. No one s coming back with me. My roommate decided to stay. East coast West coast. Yar.

Well I suppose I ought to start throwing out some junk. I'm tired.

I need to duplicate. Let the other me do it all.

Oh man, so much. so much.

old junk ...new junk