is really kinda sad. My room that I've spent the better years of my life investing in is being taken apart. I find trinkets of my life past. A strand of long blond hair on my dusty letter jacket, haha not a girls but my own long blond hair. My stuffed animal rabbit who I've had since the day I was born comes off the shelf and is the only old friend to come travel with me to a newer life. Funny that how a simple object like that can be overlooked for months at a time, but now as I bring him down to my level he fills my heart with joy and lights my face with a reminiscent smile. He is my other half, my better half. A symbol of my childhood innocent yet worn down to a blessed memory of happy days. Some things I easily leave behind. Yet others i cling on to. What will it take for me to be content with ridding myself of them all? Hope.