One day before I die, I want to have all my stuff in one place. I joke about this some times but it's a pretty sad and awful feeling to not know where anything is. The chaos spins all around me. It's unsettling to say the least. Do you know what I mean? We never finished going through everything and I'm just discovering some more things that I never got. Are they in a box that was brought over to storage without me knowing? Was it given away to someone? Very sad. To me. It may just be stuff but it's my stuff and it's meaningful and loved and wanted. And the next person that tells me to just get rid of it all can go to hell. I hate this so much.
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