Hello my void people.
i'm half dead because I haven't been sleeping these past few life-times so i'm sorry if today's blog post is more ranty than usual. My usual filter kind of shuts down when I'm exhausted. Either way, hello.
I've finished packing, if anyone's curious, and my entire room is empty now. I don't think it's hit me yet. I haven't cried yet. Not even when I was choosing which of my precious valuables to keep. I'm just glad I've got all that crap over and done with.
When you're packing, you encounter nostalgia head on. I realized that I kept so many things that my ex left behind that I'm starting to wonder about my mental state. I mean, I kept a year old envelope that once held a now lost letter. How fucking ridiculous is that?
I keep telling myself that I'm over him, but I'm not very sure. Sure, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's been six months and I don't feel sad every day anymore. Maybe I need to get laid.
On that subject, I've turned into a shallow bitch. I'm on at least three different dating sites and I don't even talk to guys I have no physical attraction to. And those who are my type don't even come close to my ex. All I can do is compare them to him. Any of my Void people have advice for that? It's freaking annoying.
I might take a nap now. I just wanted to give a quick update on my current situation. When I go to my new home, I'll post a before and after blog of my first plane trip. It's going to be so much fun (insert terrified sarcasm here).
Well, I love y'all. I hope everyone is having a great summer and a great life.
-Cauliflower












