cant move

just hope its worth it... so tired. have 2 days left in which to finish moving and more than 80% is still unpacked, just scattered. living in chaos is psychically draining. I can see my time running out, but I can just sit here and watch it coming.

Deer in the headlights, frozen.

I know what they're thinking. They're thinking, "Run away? Again? I've been running fifty times a day every day of my life..."

Even if I will a finger to twitch, somewhere down the line the signal is getting lost.

On the plus side, though, I found a callus on the inside of my right wrist. One more mark my life habits have given me... a mouse burn.

It's like getting some cult tattoo.