My life in a box

I'm so sick of cleaning and packing down
all my belongings. feels like theres no end to it.

Blah.

It was weird,
I packed down the clothes of my x,
she never picked em up,
It was strange really,

on top of it all, alonge with the clothes,

layed a picture of us together.

Thoughts shifted through my head,
I should really get rid of those things.

I mean its been what now, 6 months?

I cant afford to send her all her shit though,
I mailed her and she said she would think bout it.
But yea she wont pick em up.

sick of having a constant reminder of what she did to me.
Sick of being reminded of the relationship we had.
Though,
It was a nice relationship,
Warm and loving.
She was ever so devoting to me,

as i were to her.

I want a relationship like that again.
a relationship where I feel complete and alive.

Some things stay in your mind forever, I suppose.

Anyway....

I got lots to do,

my mom is coming tomorrow to help me O_O

I can use the help, its too much to do on your own.

Im doing good so far though.

Time to finish.

Blogging again later

~LV~