Gatsby? What Gatsby?
Also I have SO MANY BOOKS.
AND THEY’RE ALL SO HEAVY.
HAVE I MENTIONED HOW I HATE PACKING
CUZ I CAN.
I’m starting the packing up of my flat, and it’s making me really sad. I keep finding weird bits and bobs in hidden corners of my flat like ticket stubs and bits of paper and stuff, and it’s making me so sad! My flat is my home, and it’s the first home I’ve ever lived in on my own, and that’s such a big deal. I don’t want to leave!
It’s been such a good year, and such an important year, and now it’s over.
|Andy:||Well, I'm not afraid of my emotions like you.|
|Lucy:||Ow... my heart...|
Oh my god. Her face. She’s so resigned and dutiful and determined not to fail herself and her ideas of how she should behave.