And now I’m drowning in the “Papers” part of this shit. Letting go is hard to do.

My clothes are piled on my bed where I left them. All my books are now in one place. I have two purses now because I finally threw away the ones that were visibly falling apart.

I can’t stop now because my apartment is even worse than it was before. I have piles already to take to Goodwill, attempt to sell on CL, get rid of via other methods, and plain ol’ throwaway. I didn’t think I had this much stuff because I’m generally anti-stuff, but damn it, I have a lot of shit.

I just want everything to be neat and tidy and folded and organized.

Fucking paperwork.