Oh, and I've just had this major shift in thought. Why should I move stuff back into the house? I shouldn't if I can possibly help it. So now here it goes... I'm going to beg a few people to let me store stuff at their houses. I'm worried about the couch but it's worth a shot. If I don't have to go back to that house, that would be entirely and completely awesome. I do not need to subject myself to those memories or to any baby shit that might be hanging around.
I'm taking my fucking life by the balls and it's all going to pay off.
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