I keep imagining what sort of bed I'd like to get...for myself. I consider the new bed her bed, as her mom bought it for us...
I wonder if I want to build my own futon frame or have a regular mattress...I think the regular mattress, futons get moldy in our super-humid climate.
But I still want to build a bed to my own specs, so as to have underbed storage of all my stuff.
...I was so in love with her once.
Gods, this is sad.
...And no, nothing's certain yet.
I just note that I'm starting to want my own room.
I go by Hylierandom. This is a blog about my life. Which might actually be getting better. Some of the posts are going to be really sad and triggery though. Guaranteed to contain lots of brain flakes, which are really nutritious and will help you go to the toilet easily.
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