I have no idea but my mind is a mess. It's a mess, and it's constant.
I wake up, and I see stuff spread everywhere. I don't need so much stuff. I need far, far little of it. I have just so much, that an outsider would say I'm lucky to have everything. A wife. A kid.
But honestly, I don't need it. I need loneliness. I need time to think and air to breathe and empty rooms to imagine. Every nook and cranny of this house has items from shampoo to shoes.
I didn't want to deal with any of this. I would have rather lived a lonely, sexless life than deal with just so much shit.
Six years of panic buying and I now have things I'll never even touch. I like to wake up to empty walls and rooms. I have rooms with a double bed, a mattress, a dressing table, wardrobes.
Everything stacked up with items. Each and every room of my apartment has things I mostly don't even use.
Now, I have to be rich. So that I can buy two apartments. One, in which all these things can be kept. Another, in which I can live.
I wake up, and I see stuff spread everywhere. I don't need so much stuff. I need far, far little of it. I have just so much, that an outsider would say I'm lucky to have everything. A wife. A kid.
But honestly, I don't need it. I need loneliness. I need time to think and air to breathe and empty rooms to imagine. Every nook and cranny of this house has items from shampoo to shoes.
I didn't want to deal with any of this. I would have rather lived a lonely, sexless life than deal with just so much shit.
Six years of panic buying and I now have things I'll never even touch. I like to wake up to empty walls and rooms. I have rooms with a double bed, a mattress, a dressing table, wardrobes.
Everything stacked up with items. Each and every room of my apartment has things I mostly don't even use.
Now, I have to be rich. So that I can buy two apartments. One, in which all these things can be kept. Another, in which I can live.
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