It's monday morning 5am.
I have been packing my room since friday night.
and i'm like only 1/3 done.

I hate packing.
In fact, I shamelessly prefer my room messy.
But I made a deal with my mum and I can't just leave my room like the hell hole it was (which i love).

It takes a long time for me to sort things out,
especially when I spend most of the time contemplating if I should keep it or throw it.

I love keeping rubbish actually.
Then again I love throwing out old stash too.
It makes you feel a lot lighter somehow.

ahh. such contradiction.