Wednesday, May. 14, 2003 @ 7:49 am
It's gotten to the point that I can't even get in and out of my bedroom. The layer of clothes on the floor has gotten so thick that you have to wade through them. Drawers are yanked out and boxes are piled up towards the ceiling. I've been attempting to pack up the contents of a 9 by 7 room and nearly nine years worth of stuff. I haven't been very sucessful.I'm such a packrat that I go through stuff only to save 95% of it. I must glance at every photo and carefully unfold and read each note and letter I've stashed over those years. I wouldn't want to accidently throw out an important memory. It's actually quite weird how you forget even what the things you write to remember things don't even help. I don't even remember the person I used to be then.
I'm putting off packing. My mom thinks I'm just procrastinating but actually I'm just too sad to say goodbye to the girl who slept in this room. In this room I've cried through two broken hearts. In this room I have made the major decision to not continue with school even though I risked being disowned because of it. I've dreamt in this room. I have laughed in this room. I have sang at the top of my lungs to chick rock. I have attempted to seduce a boy in this room. I have gone from a young girl of thirteen who nothing about the real world to an almost adult with a house of her very own and will probably spend the next thirty or so years there making more memories whether good or bad.
before*little girl your in the middle* after
Katie(me)...curvy single 21 year old Wisconsin waitress who has the worst luck in men, believes in the positive effects of sexy underwear especially black,can't live without music, painted toenails, Curves(gym for women)and a good book(The Scandolous Summer of Sissy LeBlanc by Lorraine Despres)