a couple weeks ago

i got kicked out, or “evicted” from my apartment with my mom. and i was unable to get any of shit out the house, and im afraid i never will.

i want to break down and cry so bad. ive never had much my whole life, and as much materials should not matter..what i do have, is important, its ALL i have.

im gonna loose charlie my first ever rave backpack which ive had for years

things from my passed away friend, talon…all my art work and journals..everything and anything a friend has ever made for me..

just lots of memorabilia that whenever i look at it, my heart flutters..things i cannot ever replace. things that when you walk into your room..

you know its your room, and one day when they just disappear ..it’s like..idk its breaking my heart more than i thought it would 

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