Holy shit, has it really been two months since I’ve posted?!? Time flies when you’re trying to hold yourself together.

I’m tired, Internet. I took a long bus ride home yesterday, only to remember how exhausting my home is.

It’s been almost two years and I still haven’t really moved in yet.

If one’s home is a reflection of one’s state of mind, my home gives away how scattered and all over the place my mind is lately. No rhyme or reason to anything. Unfinished projects and memory boxes left to rot.

tl;dr I really need to clean