I have had a paper party ball hanging up in my room since I was 21. It came down tonight in my wall clearing. It was a colorful thing, made of tissue paper and cardboard. I showed it to my mom who said “I think that needs to be destroyed” and I said ok.

So I took my party ball and a lighter outside and I burned it. A very small part of me is crying now, but its ok I am going to be fine.

My walls are almost bare now, they scream at me, where is all our colorful coverings. It hurts my eyes to look at the bareness of them, but I tell myself that the colorful coverings are going elsewhere and its ok…