Half of my house is full of boxes. Each one of them is labeled. Each one important memories or uesful items.

I decided to listen to Taylor Swift’s song “Never Grow Up”.

This is the hardest part of being 23.

Everyone has already practically moved out and I’m alone with boxes and this big old house.

“I just realized everything I have is some day going to be gone.”

This week my brother graduates from high school. next week we move out… 2 more weeks I move into my own place.

All I can do is cry when I’m alone… moving out and growing up is allowed to be this hard right?