So here I am again, finding myself moving for what feels like the billionth time. Ugh. I hate packing. Also I wish people would stop giving me “stuff”. Stuff for Xmas, stuff for my birthday, stuff for no reason, stuff because they don’t want it, and stuff because they think I need it. I don’t. And the worst part is I feel bad getting rid of it. So stop buying me stuff. It just makes me have to pack and move it. If you really want to give me something, make it money. Or music. Actually, just give me a hug. I’m poor and lonely, moving into another college atmosphere. Hugs appreciated always. Stuff not so much.