Mov-ing.
Okay. Let me put it this way.
Every time I move, I’d question myself like this:
“Why the fuck do I have so many stuff?
“How can this be possible? I mean, how could I bought so many shoes bags and clothes within such a short period of time?”
And then I’d go:
“I hate myself.”
Sincerely.
Apparently I need extra large boxes to move myself.
