I do not want to pack. I don’t want to accept that I’m moving. I don’t want to come to the realisation that I’m leaving behind my best friend. I don’t want to leave my parents. I don’t want to leave my dog.
As much as I say I want to get out of this town, when compared to the big scary world, this little bubble is safe.
And so I am sat here. In a room that will soon no longer be mine. Writing this to procrastinate and block out the fact that those boxes are not going to pack themselves. Oh how I wish it was as simple as clicking my fingers. I wish I could wave my magic wand and everything will be done without too much thought. Thinking is the problem. Anything can be done easily when you refuse to think about it.
Put the thought from your mind and pack.
*Insert crying emoji*
(Must end positively -.-)
Smile…it wont hurt you.