i guess it was a lot easier than you had made it sound.
pretty bummed out about the size of the room i'll soon be moving into. still feel that my parents could've probably put a little more thought into the planning of how much space i'd be getting ? after all, they were knocking down walls and focusing on creating space for themselves. they could've at least spared a thought for their 19-year-old daughter who needs more space than it may seem. perhaps they've forgotten about my ordeal with claustrophobia.
yet another year has passed, and within this time, i somehow feel as though my world has gotten smaller (again). and that may not sound like that much of a bad thing. if it had happened 12 months ago, i'd probably even be glad and rather contented with my voluntary entrapment. but nevermind that, project placebo seems to be coming along smoothly.
all i want for christmas is the one thing that i've ever really needed.