today I have come across many good things, and now call them my own.

they include:

that is all.

I still cannot quite figure out how to live by myself without pacing. I am having strange dreams of apartments. that they are empty, full of boxes, that my mother sits inside staring at a table i can't remember owning. that people will not approve of the off-peach colour i mistakenly painted my walls.

Good thing the mystery roommate comes in one week; I will have someone to bounce off of.