This time, annual spring cleaning, is gonna take much more effort.
I don’t know.
Feeling really sad. I hate doing this. I hate packing things up. I hate opening up boxes to see these endless of meaningless memories.
Big sigh.
Anyway, 1st Jan. 5.30PM. That’s it.
A billion of unwillingness.
:(
Billion. Zillion.
I don’t wanna close that chapter.