so why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed?

Googled "moving."


Listening to: "Delicate" - Damien Rice


This is my last night living at Belmont. The apartment looks so bare without all of my decor. I must admit, I made this place look pretty damn radical. I really hope that my new roommates at Wolverine Crossing (what a dumb name for a complex) appreciate my taste (and vise versa).

Anxiety is flowing through my veins right now. I keep telling myself that this is for the best, and that anywhere seems better than here. Apartment complexes just make me so self-conscious!