took apart my room and threw it away and hopefully broke the curse that started the day i moved in. i left the dresser because the second to last drawer sucks and im more of a birch ply girl. i have lots of boxes labled "special" and some are old and some are new and some are from ohio i went through the old special and ohio special and can't remember where these rocks are from so i started throwing these old rocks away. it's not special anymore if i can't remember. i try to make the new special more obvious no need to remember. like letters and presents. sticks rocks receipts are not allowed anymore because i am trying to grow out of it and my room is very small now. the night before the uhaul i was very sad because i realized in the restaurant i am just an accessory now and even if it's "not true" it is a little bit true. that no one remembers me unless i'm on his arm even though it's "Not true." on his arm is something that spooked me and got stuck in me talking to talia on the fire escape at katie's birthday party four years ago. i ran away but got ran after and then i thought everything was okay when the construction man showed us about the two dancing machines that take up the street and spit it out. i think i was just getting sick. on friday my boyfriend and his boyfriend and his girlfriend helped me and i said thank you. my dad came and bought me noodles because i got so sick from justin's mexican mango vape birthday. the cat's have not met except through the window. the tree grew bigger since last year, does not fit anymore. i am training the dog to be polite.