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here i am, setting up my room over my friend's place and all i want to do is just cry. i mean, what kind of loser can i ever be? its not that i only just misses home or my family, its just that the items which i pull out one after another reminds me of all those energy which i've invested in them and it all feels kinda silly now. its not that i'm silly or the items, its just the whole attachments and detachments conversation that's running in my head. i mean, i remember those times where life is much simpler and there were less of things to think or bother or fuss over. right now im just surrounded by things! HELP!!! to think that i've always been some one who's supper organized and quick with sorting things out. whatever happened to that girl??? i don't get it. i really don't. could be the PMS that's bugging my brain. *receives an idea* the other thing that i can do, is just select the items which i will use and sell the rest away. the practical side in me is ticking off...that would work, i suppose...*looks around* not as if i can just dump everything and start all over again. life should and could be much more simpler. well...back to the sorting the materials out.