It’s Time for Me to Let Go

I used to make jewelry, I used to make beads, but nothing sells. So it’s time for me to let go of my buttons and jewelry. Patricia won’t let me let them go, but that’s not her decision to make. It’s my decision. I have to let go of the beads. I used to color them, but it’s too much space, so it’s time to let go of the coloring books too. Beads and coloring books are just too much space and it looks like hoarding. So, good thing I just cleaned out the house and the sunroom to let them go.

Trevor’s house is clean. Mine is not. I want to move out in the future in 2025 or in 2026 or in 2027. I’ve been living in this house all day. All year. There are mice in the house, and I’m getting tired of this. It’s just time for me to move out and find a place to live, where there are not mice in the house. I don’t do houses, I don’t do barns, I don’t do group homes, and I don’t do farms, either. But I do townhomes, apartments, and lofts. That’s why I should let go of my things.

I used to like Inuyasha, but not anymore. I’m not into anime anymore. It’s just time for me to let go, which I did. I’m not into horror anymore. I want to talk to my dad. I did talk to my dad about letting go of my horror DVDs, replacing them with positivity. But I don’t think Dad has them. He might have been stuffing them away or hiding it. I hope he lets me know when to find them.