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So I packed everything up in my room.. It's all in the closet now, the big brown closet stuck to the southern wall of my room. My desk is for once empty.. Just the macbook, a mouse and a cup of water. The cabinet's empty.. The drawers too.

And I took a step back to admire the simplicity and nothingness of my soon to be thrown out furniture. I thought it reflected on my life quite astoundingly..

Everything about me is closet. Just like all my stuff stuffed into my closet. (it's a magical closet, I have an entire drum set inside) and just like the current state of my room, my glass is almost always half empty.

I've never done anything big.. I laze around a lot and procrastinate.. and more then sometimes I'd irrationally do what I like just because I can and I think it's great.