what a strange and dumb thing owning stuff is. i've been sorting through everything i've got for 5 hours and i feel messed now. some things from baby years, some from elementary school, highschool so forth. i'm most spooked after switching things around now these different periods swim in boxes together. half of it is ready to go frigoff into the world, the other half is staying with me for some reason. i'm trying to remember what stuff i decided to hold onto and i can't remember. just stuff. the whole time too i found myself wondering how much it all weighed. oh shoes some books. some clothes, a whole bag of adapters and old cellphones, the amount of gloves i own is especially throwing me off. anyways it's overwhelming but i think i'm almost done and i'm pretty sure i won't be accepting any new things for a long while

also what the fuck is instagram

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