i am finally packing my room since i got back from exchange, not that i didn't want to the second i got back but when i saw that my mother once again rearranged everything in my room because she likes it, i couldn't bring myself to pack it because of the frustration that i would feel.
i brought back work because the weeks leading up to my final presentation will be Hell, and i thought i should clear some backlog before i suffer a breakdown but i absolutely cannot work when my table is messy, and it's not my mess.
this used to happen really often back when i was in sec 4 because i did the most studying then, which meant that my entire room was clean and arranged to my preference. my room is still clean but i am still OCD-ish despite the improvements over the years so i need to purge my mother out of room. out goes the cute animal clips and those bedamned colourful boxes that she liberally placed all over my table.
there is this inexplicable reluctance to throw away my math, chem and physics notes from jc though. these notes are still in pristine condition i.e. there is nothing of value scribbled on them save my name and my class but these were proof of my blood, sweat and tears! i've even made mind maps for stupid org chem. i am but a creature of sentimentality.
our day will come.
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