stuff

I have too much stuff. I'm looking around my room and thinking about all the crap I hold onto. I don't even use most of it. What the fuck?

But if I get rid of it I'll just replace it with something else useless. When I move into my apartment this fall I'm going to try to bring only the essentials. I don't need clutter filling up my new life. But ah! I'm such a material girl! How can I live without 6 types of mascara and boxes of unopened bic pens?

That whole minimalist life is so enticing. Thing is, I'm no good at it. I love my things, and I constantly think about getting more things. Maybe I just need a better organization strategy.

Also. I've been working a fair amount this summer and I still haven't saved up that much money. I spend way too quickly. Especially since I haven't even been seeing people. I've just been compulsively shopping. And goodness only knows why. I'm too fat to be buying dresses and shorts.

Speaking of. I've been the same weight all summer. This fucking sucks. And I'll probably write that exact same thing in another month, which sucks even more.

brb. I'm going for a run now.