it's a cold night, and i just spent the last two hours tidying the room- wardrobe, desk, everything. and it feels mighty good, knowing that when school starts in a day's time, i'll be waking up to a neat room (roomie too!) let's just see how long this lasts haha
if we never know what we had until we have lost it, then why can't we cherish what we have, without having to learn it the hard way? alternatively, if we can live with the absence of those who have not been present in our thoughts for a long time, then why do suddent flashbacks cause certain pain?
my timex is in three pieces, and now i'm irrationally and improportionately sad. nothing lasts forever, even time falls apart.
