moving day

or at least it feels like it. I need to put some extra tape on my little boxes made of ticky tacky. the really strong packing kind should do. I hope. if not, I am screwed. but it should work. I will seal up the boxes very well so that there will not be any unexpected holes or leaks, and then I will hide them. that way I won't think or feel.

I like gray/grey a lot. I want to move to somewhere very gray. it matches me.
I suppose that sounds sad, but I don't mean it in a sad way. I like grey, so it's not that sad. I like the sky when it's grey from snowing. it is very opaque. I like that. it's like a blanket. it hides the sky completely. it looks cozy. that's where I should put my boxes. behind the gray snow-clouds.

I wonder if I am okay. I can't tell, and I suppose that is bad, but I prefer it this way. I think even if I am not okay, it's okay. I don't particularly mind not being okay sometimes. everyone needs to not be okay. how else would you know when you are okay? I think I'm okay enough. but not too okay. that's fine, though. maybe it will make me more grey. like the clouds when it snows. I think I would like to be that gray.