Dear Diary,
GAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I’m right in the thick of packing, and I think this is all so stupid! There’s literally no point in me packing anything, and I’m done with this shit. Done with this baggage. I just want to get rid of it all!
There’s something about being emotionally ready to shed your stuff. That’s something I want to touch on for a little bit. Over the years, we collect all these things. These things that, serve no purpose to us. They’re all clutter. Not just clutter in our homes, but emotional clutter as well. Look around in your room, your kitchen, your storage! How many of these items that you posses, were given to you by an ex? Or a friend that you no longer talk to? Or a family member that you aren’t particularly close to? Or something you got for free at a festival? You don’t use it… it just sits there, because you think one day, you will need it. Or one day you’ll see so-and-so, and they’ll ask you where xyz is. It never happens.