Helloo.

I think that moving from house-to-house has really battered my head in a very sad sense. I've been losing items of uber sentimental value, and haven't been taking much mind to it. I used to raise hell when I lost a ringtone, for goodness' sake. I can't find my old folder of all my very best drawings over the years (or more like up to freshman year when i went art-deaf), my favorite novels, even photos of my old friends. And I haven't really minded that until now. When we move from house to house, we just pile everything in giant bags and boxes, and you can kind'a trust that you won't be seeing things for a very very long time.

Occasionally, I get inspired to look through everything in a mad frenzy, as if the end of the world was coming. When my parents eventually go, "What are you looking for?", I would reply, "I don't know." It's a shifty half-truth; I don't know the name of the item I'm looking for, but in reality, I'm looking for the memories I've abandoned, and I want to find them, bring them back home, and apologize.

They even say that Roary's in the Philippines now. I never got to say goodbye.

Today's lesson: ...I don't know.

life in slow motion; somehow, it don't feel real

Bye for now.