Too Much of a Good Thing

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Chloe, "that girl is like a sunburn".
Not enough people let themselves inside their own heads. Welcome to mine.

“I can’t wait until the day I get to stare into the sunflowers in your eyes again” - soulmate
Self portrait
I unpacked the boxes slowly, nervous I wouldn’t have enough room for my things I bought garage sale throw pillows that matched the walls the lease said I couldn’t paint. I strung white lights around the windows and hung my paintings above the bed I bought a cheap desk at Target and assembled it with my mom. At last, the room felt like my own, complete with wind chimes and a dream catcher. I was finally comfortable with waking up in a space smaller than most of my friend’s closets Because the space was mine, every inch was a reminder that I made the best of a bad situation. But tomorrow, I have to pack it all away. I have to take down all my paintings and fill the holes in the wall, I have to pack up my little Volkswagen with my entire life I worked so hard to make for myself.  I have to readjust to the home I left several years ago, the home that holds so many memories- good and bad. I have to hang my paintings up on my once yellow walls, that my grandmother painted over in brown the second I left. I have to leave my tiny room. My room where the sun filters through the shades and wakes me up each morning.  I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to come here & I didn’t ask to leave. I just want to stay in one place. I want to stay in this place In my place. But tomorrow I have to leave.
My only friends.
Glass almost empty