I'm packing, and I can't get motivated. I'm moving into a house where everyone else has lived for a month, and I've paid rent for a month. It's all very exciting. I don't know what to think. I have more stuff than anyone else in the house. I think. I don't know. We shall see.

I'm not done packing yet, and I need to be done so that I can clean and relax this week instead of freaking out. Matthew has his big test starting tomorrow, and I don't really want to be all freaked out and stressed when I talk to him. I'd rather be there for him and a comfort to him than a hindrance. Indeed.

I just needed to write something for the sake of writing something. I have no one to talk to, and nothing to do except pack and it's slightly depressing.

I thought of ending it again yesterday. It wasn't out of desperation or sadness either. It was pure boredom. With my life, and where it's headed. Sometimes it's just to predictable and melancholy.

At any rate, I should get back to packing.

I hope this move goes well, and I hope I get along with everyone in the house.

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what i've already said
funeral dress - 2007-03-22
packing - 2007-02-04
hello, my name is M - 2007-02-02