this is dramatic but at this point, everything is dramatic.
i woke up this morning with a foreign zest to start packing, and i thought that the easiest and most obvious place to start was by taking off all the posters and photos and postcards off my wall. everything really was fine until i was 50 percent done, blue tac remnants dotting my walls; i properly looked up and realised there were echoes by these surrounding blank walls, and felt my mental energy drain instantaneously at the reluctance of it all.
i was dismantling three years’ worth of familiarity, and tearing these away felt like i was ripping off my turtle’s shell that i call home.
i don’t think i quite know how to deal with this yet, so obviously i gave up on packing and played splatoon for the next ten hours.
i’m really sad and scared. i don’t want to feel as empty as these walls, but i feel like that day will come soon.