In approximately five minutes, absolute strangers will be walking around my home, seeing if they can make it their home.
These are people I do not even know, and they will be stepping all over the sickly green carpet that I've rolled around on.
I just feel so vulnerable and I can't do anything about it because I won't be there.
They're going to be in my room. Do you know what those walls are going to tell them?
"She's a loser. She cried when she took posters off of me. I may have holes in me, but at least I'm not the girl who lived in this room. She's too emotional. She liked that I was pink, and then covered it up. She cries too much and makes no sense. Buy this house so she can get even worse."
Well, I'm far away now, and people should be arriving now. People will have no idea what they are walking into. Tip-toeing after late parties, late night movies, arguments: all in this Potential that they want to raise their families in.
There's already a family living there.
It's mine.

**~~a.s.f.