Sometimes cleaning can be a like taking a nostalgic journey. Other times, cleaning feels like shopping from your own clutter - when you find something you never knew you had, it’s like buying something new. The other day, I found an old t-shirt that I never knew I had and I was like, “oh cool! something new to wear!” This time, I found an old box with my tiny collection of sylvanian family dolls, expensive little things that I refuse to donate.
Why the fucking hell is it so hot? 🥵
- you’re damn right about that.
Shopaholic me makes a comeback! For the first time in a long time, I went on a shopping spree. Casetify brought back more items from the Pokémon collection last night. I contemplated too much during the first drop and it sold out within a few hours so this time I signed up for early access. I wanted it but didn’t need it yet I said to myself that I deserve to make myself happy, you know? Obviously I don’t need t w o phone cases but fuck it, imma burn some money.
Have you ever experienced a situation where you’re sad and the person that gives you the most comfort/ the one person who can make you feel like everything will be okay shows up then you end up crying when you see their faces? My question is, why is it that it makes you do the opposite when it’s suppose to make you smile? Like they’re here now by your side and it’s a happy thing but why do we end up crying even more or start crying when that happens?
Sunday. The first week of July is gone, I better focus on finalising my room transformation project. The room has too much junk and too little surface area so it turned out to be a bigger project than I anticipated. Where is Marie Kondo when you need her? Clearing 20 years worth of junk is not easy.
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