Listless

Oh, packing, why do you make such a misery of my life? Why is it so hard to start collecting you, dreaded piles of paper and books? Why do you seem so cruel, wardrobe of clothing? Why must you seem to give birth and multiply all around me, knick knacks and receipts? Why must this entire process make me feel so listess and so very inclined to watching videos for sad songs on youtube?

Universe, I ask you these questions in the hope that maybe - just maybe - I'll get this packing DONE and be FREE. Pleasepleaseplease.