pack it in

When I was a little girl I spent ridiculous amounts of time packing for an adventure that never happened.

I packed as though it was ritual to do so, my room was full of hidden bags in case of various emergencies... anything from running away to a flash flood.

It is a good job I have become so good at packing, because it is now what I spend my entire life doing.

I spent the last 48 hours trying to make other people happy (and sleeping) and all I have managed to do is make myself sad.

I am so sick of my simple little world.

a whole day has passed. the sunbeams tore through the massive crack down my window today and pushed through the material (which fancies itself as a curtain) and i realised they were not unwelcome, even though it felt like i hadnt been to sleep at all.
i hope i forget everything about today apart from the sunbeams and the performance poetry i watched on youtube.