Okay, okay, I think I got it all out.
I moved a big box of my things out of my room today, and put them outside. On the deck. Cause there’s no room in the room, and there’s no room in the shed or basement. So I just gotta set it out on the porch and hope the lid is nice and tight so no rain gets in.
And sometime soon, I will be moving all of the art I made out of my room. I’m probably going to throw most of it out, so it doesn’t take up space.
I’ll get rid of some clothes, and some books. Maybe some games. It’s in the way, you see. No room for it.
And then I sit inside while everyone else goes out, and wait for them to come home, so I can stay out of the way and not cause trouble.
But of course, even typing this out, I know I’m just complaining. Even my feelings are troublesome.
I’ll just swallow them up and wait for there to be enough time to deal with them, I guess.