Wow, so I've never realized how much stuff I have, and how much stuff I refuse to part with. I'm getting so depressed packing up my stuff, while my mom keeps yelling to throw out stuff. I'm such a packrat, but I'm just so attatched to all my memories. If I don't have my memories, what do I have? I'm big on pictures, and letters, and well everything that attatches me to my life, and my mom, wants to throw it all away. I got this big lecture the other day about how I'm clinging to memories that I shouldn't be, and that after I start school I'll never want to talk to my old friends ever again. She doesn't know me at all. She thinks my friends are disposable. Oh God I can barely deal with her these days. Honestly, pathetically enough, I don't want to go. I feel like I'm just not ready, but there's no way she's letting me stay here. Ugh. Guys, why can't life be simpler. I just want us all to stay together, and I don't want to leave a special someone behind here, I'm just not ready for any of this ..