I’ve been cleaning out my room.
It’s not that I’m moving out or anything, but it sure looks like it. I didn’t realize I had so much stuff! Not shit, because I know I still have it because it meant something to me at one time, and some of it still does. The rest can go to scrap! Or, even better, be donated to younger cousins of mine or charities in my neighbourhood.
I find it weird, though, that I’m pulling out a fake ring from a dentist’s office that I’m pretty sure was used in a proposal when I was in grade one or something. It was from a boy I though gross. But I still have it.
So I’ll keep it until I clean next.














