how emo of me.

my room is filled with junk. it takes me over a year to begin cleaning my room, and i never am able to finish. i am a hoarder of stuff. i collect bags, cds, books, magazines, stamps and my friend's stuff. my walls are covered in cut outs, posters, postcards, even dragonflies i picked up at a small shop in hanoi. my cupboard is filled with formal dresses and fox furs. i am proud of almost everything in my room.

but i am feeling cramped. the slight cramped feeling i get in my room is turning into claustrophobia. i cannot feel comfortable in my room anymore, and it was my room which used to make me feel comfortable in a claustrophobic life. i need to get away from my room, from canberra, possibly even australia. i need to retreat to somewhere bloody recluse. i was thinking the faroe islands. but i don't know how i'd get there.

*cringe* i have 20 mins til i have to go back to that hell hole of a job i have.