.17.

I've spent the past two days going through the contents of my parents' house, boxing things up and unboxing things...

It's so weird going through all these old memories. A lot of it I want to destroy, but more of it I want to hold onto. But I'm going to someplace where I should be limiting how much stuff I carry with me. And holding onto these things isn't healthy...

I can't even look at my college's year book yet. I peeked in and... it hurt. Looking at faces that I know that aren't friends anymore or close to me. I don't understand why I can't let these people go even when they don't deserve my time or energy.

Le suck.