bukkakegod

today is a very sad day for me. i am slowly peeling away my childhood off my walls because we have an Open House tomorrow. all the photos and everything ive collected over the years since 1991 on my walls are coming down. since no one here even knows the amount of stuff that was up there, lets just say i havent seen what color my walls have been since i moved into this room. i am slowly seeing the blue and white that it was once painted.

so here i am, destroying my childhood so that others may move in and raise thier children. i hate that thought, i wish stupid people would stop bringing more stupid people into the world. but i just feel like that cuz im an asshole.

the stuff i am taking down off my walls i know cannot be saved, i know that it is irreplaceable. i will never again be able to find anything that i have collected over the years. but i will try to save most of it if possible. the posters are no problem, but all the little pictures, the sun faded 10 year old pictures, cannot be saved.

it is an odd feeling, tearing down something that you have always had, and had grown up with. its like putting down a dog or cat that you had grown up with. its something i dont want to do, but i have to.

how fucking cool is this tho?