of my room... i'm suppose to be cleaning... but it's just so hot up here it's kind of pointless...
listening to some Chicago local bands.. right now it's Vanity Fair by A Kidnap In Color... no offense to the kidnap boys, but I skipped their whole album and went straight to this song.. next is The Frantic... Yeah, we're the Frantic, who the fuck are you! lol
k.
So, I'm sitting here next to a pile of old t-shirts that dont fit anymore and i'm feeling kinda of depressed... like most of these shirts are from like sophomore year of high school they really shouldn't fit anyways, but like it's the memories that come with them... and i know i have to get rid of them... and that makes me super sad. i wish i could keep them forever and wear them til there are holes in them and they're so faded you can't see what was on them and no one would know except me. I keep looking at them and wishing there was a way to keep them but i know they need to go.. there's no room for them in my dresser or in my closet.
they need to go.
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