desaparecido

It's been a bit of a sad night. My roommates are both gone and I am slowly packing up my things. Preparing to move while listening to records. In the dust of corners and under things I keep unearthing memories. So far the one that hits hardest was behind my bookshelf.


I can't believe I had forgotten it was there. Painted on the wall when a girl I loved used to live here. If only I could think of all the things this makes me remember. It's going to be even harder painting over it.


All the posters are down now. It's just dingy, off white walls all around.


I'm not sure when I'm even going to have time to finish doing this before next weekend. Between working on films and pointless classes I am barely home. When I am home for more than just sleep, I tend to spend the time drinking instead of being productive.

I should also note that this will most likely be my last appearance. June 6th my account goes back to being deactivated. Last time I was gone for almost three years so who knows when I'll be back.