Hoarding = Way of Life

Hi my name is Tony.  I'm a proud hoarder that is looking for other hoarders to communicate with.  I recently lost most of my loved ones because they did not approve my way of life.  I say hell to them.  I'm so tired to of being told to throw things out and living a lie.  I am now on my own, loving every hoarding minute.  I am currently living in a small apartment, hoping to get a larger one to fill it with all my stuff and dreams.  This shall serve as a document of my journey of becoming who I am.  #hoarder4life #hoardtheworld #single #hoarder

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I'm baaaaack! I've been in my new place for some time now. My family doesn't have any idea where I am so far. The move was extremely hard on me but I'm glad I did it. Now my hairs and I can start real living. Oh this place was much more roomier when I first moved in but the hoard took care of that! Hahahaha! I've been in a much better mood lately. Let's see if it stays that way.

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Going alright.....

I'm moving. I've decided. I think I can do it in 2 days if I try really really hard. My brother comes to the door way to often. I've almost lost my job since I was trapped in my apt for a few days waiting for him to go away. Ugh! The plan is to talk to my brother on the phone and act like we're gonna hang out and get the conversation onto his off days at his job. I need to find two days I know he's gonna be at work. Those days I'll secretly move my hoard out into a moving van and be on my way to the new place. The new apt will then hopefully not be known to my family and I'll just have to explain they can't know where the hoard and I are. I haven't heard from the possible love interest in awhile. Honestly it's been a little hectic. I may touch bases with her once I get settled into the new place and I know the hoard is safe. Oh man it's sad I have to pull this move off alone but I do. :/. But if I do....the elusiveness will be worth it. Perhaps I will make some new friends in the complex that will understand and accept me. Here's hoping guys. Will update soon.

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Been quiet...

....too quiet. Other than work not much has been going on...still it's been a real roller coaster. Everyday I get home I expect to see my door open and everything is gone...I hope that never happens. To see everything I've hoarded...gone. I don't even want to think about it! I know my brother will strike again but hopefully I'll be home when he does. I've been thinking of moving and not telling them where I've gone. Easier said than done I'm afraid. It would have to be a fast move I feel but that's impossible with my hoard lol! Also it would just be me moving everything. :/ Still I may have to try. Only 1 month left here and I need to renew or find somewhere else. Leaning towards just moving. But I must relax. Tomorrow I'm off and I can lay in this lovely crowded apt!

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I’m Baaaaack!

So much shit has happened since I last got on here.  July 4th was a disaster!  My parents kept calling me....over and over asking me to come over.  I said fine....FINE!  When I got there my family was there with a friend I recently started talking to again!  They told me I had a problem, that they’re scared for me.  Kept on asking me questions like why are your windows boarded up!  Motherfucker it’s cause of all of you!  I realized my brother was not there and started hyperventilating because I started thinking this was all a trick and he was going after my hoard.....turns out he was!  I rushed back to my apt to find him outside with a friend.  I noticed them as I passed by.  I parked the car, grabbed my knife and started to sneak up to my apt.  They were talking about the best way to get in!  I ran up to them screaming at them telling them they better not fucking step on foot into my apt!  My brother smugly said “What are you gonna do bout it retard?”  I pulled my knife out and popped it open.  They immediately backed down saying “Whoa Whoa Whoa!”  Thats right motherfucker I planned!  My brother and his friend backed off saying they would be back and they’d fuck me up and take my hoard!  They haven’t been back....which is comforting and...very unnerving. 

A little good though.  I met a girl.  She hasn’t seen the hoard but knows about it.  She seems fine with it.  If she ain’t...I’ll move on.  :P 

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Ugh! Sorry for not updating enough to those who are following my journey.....IF there is anybody following my journey. So much drama lately and work has been really hard. Will update soon. :)

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Drama, Drama, and more Drama!!!!!

Oh man the last few days were so bad! Apparently my brother had been watching me during the weekend and told my parents about the boarded up windows! Now I get calls from all three of them asking if "I'm ok" or "what's wrong?" What's wrong?! You fuckers are what's wrong?! The reason I had to board them up is my parents sent my fucking bro to spy on me/break in my place and take my hoard from me. If that wasn't the worst thing to happen...guess what...my bro now has an apt in my complex... He called me just to tell me that....are you fucking kidding me?! He also said he'll be watching me....oh god. I had panic attacks for a day or two after that. What made the attacks worse is the constant knocking. My family on separate occasions came over to "check up" on me during the weekend and asked if they could come in. I begged them to stop and screamed for them to go away! Eventually they would give in and leave. Hopefully they aren't telling the apt complex about me. Just the thought of being kicked out makes my anxiety shoot up. I'd have to find someway to travel with my hoard. :( I'm always on guard. I always think my bro will ambush me like that one day and take my keys to break into my apt. Nevertheless I will preserver!

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Boarded up the windows today!

Whew! It was tiresome work but I finally boarded up the windows..from the inside! My hoard is now safe and sound. Man the apt complex would freak if they aww this. Oh well they can fuck off! It is my duty to prepare for the worst! Pluuuusss it also helps beat the heat of the summer by keeping the sun out! It's also awesome to pin blankets over the boards, blocking out all the sun through the cracks. With my lamp by my side this place is awfully cozy. Speaking of the lamp I did have to stand on my bedside table to get a board nailed in just right and oops! The table broke! Luckily I only bruised my arm but for now this filled garbage bag will be my bedside table. And yes that fact is meant to make you jealous of my hoard and no the broken table isn't going in the trash. My fucking hoard is becoming quite tremendous and I'm sooo proud of it. From its humble start in my small room in my parent's house to the behemoth in my own apt that it has become. My vacation is coming up too! It sounds like my staycation is gonna be grand!

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Drama and E3

Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. Drama with family wasn't enough was it! Now my former friends are getting in on the oppression! Omg! One of them has been coming to my apt and trying to see how I'm doing and another has been calling a lot. My apt is under attack. You fucking mess with my hoard....you mess with me. I think my parents are asking them to do it. Haven't seen my brother since the last time I wrote about him which is really getting to me. I feel like his eyes are constantly on me...just can't see him. Ive put more locks on my door. I asked the apt complex if I could and they said no! Fuck that! I'll do what I want. I may be boarding up the windows as well. Anyone can just break a window and get in. Plus I'm not one for sunlight lol. E3 is proving to be interesting. There are a lot of good games I can't wait to add to my hoard. ;). Like Fallout 4.

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Oh Geez.....

Sorry I haven't been afk for a day or two. It's not like anyone reads this anyway lol. It's been crazy to say the least. I always check behind me when I'm out. Always looking for my brother. It fucking sucks that I have to. I worry when I go to work my brother is attempting to break in and I am unfortunate to not be there. My family calls all the time. Fuck them. I can't believe my family is setting up my brother in the same apt complex to "watch over" me. It's so fucking messed up. It basically means he'll be waiting for the appropriate time to grab all of my hoard. I can't let that happen! The hoarderkin must keep his environment in check. :) I may be getting more locks on the door. If I think he's about to "pounce" I may have to miss some work. But I think I'll get through it. I'll preserver as the crafty hoarder usually does. :P.

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Last Night's Dinner with Family

Ook so the dinner didn’t start out as a trick but kinda ended that way. I’ll get into that when I get to it.

I was greeted by my mother and I kept her company while she finished making dinner, spaghetti btw. We had a good talk, just small talk really, work, movies, etc. You know just a good time, very much enjoyed it. It was like the old days.

My dad came down the stairs to join us. He asked me how work was and I said fine. That’s actually not true however because a coworker I liked was fired but whatever. Anyway dinner was almost done so I naturally helped my dad set the table and my mother brought in the spaghetti. It was yummy! Garlic bread, meatballs, the works!

At the beginning of dinner I asked where my brother was. They replied that he was just now getting off work so he’d be here very soon.

I immediately started to worry. Was this a trick to get me away from the apt? Was my brother going through my piles as we speak! Obviously I demanded to know if this was a setup! They replied no and I settled down. No need to lose it when it was going so good. Maybe they actually started to accept me for me. I didn’t want to blow it so I changed the subject rapidly.

“So uhhh Dad have you seen the new Mad Max?” They could tell I was so nervous so they went along to calm me down. “No son, I haven’t perhaps we could go see it some time as a family.” He smiled, maybe it was finally sinking in and maybe we could go and do something like that. The conversation went on until my brother came got back from work. As he walked in the he said hello to our mom and dad. Then he saw me and he put on an unpleasant face. “What is he doing here?” My mother calmed him down and told him to just sit down and try to have a nice dinner. He grabbed a plate and sat opposite of me. “So how was work?” my mom asked him. “Fine” he replied. My father asked my mom a question, I dunno something about their house and started their own conversation as me and my brother ate in silence. I was just as angry as him. If you’ve followed my journey I discussed this man had tried to break into my apt a few nights ago.

I looked over at him and said “So I guess you did give up that night.” I looked back at my plate but I could feel his eyes on me. “I just want my brother back” he said. “What do you mean? I am your brother. I’ve always been your brother. This is who I am…a proud, noble hoarder.” I said getting louder. “Heh, noble” he scoffed. Getting angry I shouted “What you think you are better than me Rob? Fuck you. I’m here to tell you you’ll never get in and if you do…I’ll end you.”

“Hahahaha! really now” he said very loudly. My mother now realizing what was going on tried to intervene and tell us to calm down. My brother sat up and slammed his fists into the table. He looked at me with a dead stare, “I’m gonna get in one way or another! Are you sure that’s what’s gonna happen?”

I felt very scared but I tried to muster up enough courage. “YES!” I shouted at him. My parents are both shouting at us to stop it over most of the altercation at this point.

“Hehe you know Tony. I was thinking of getting a place of my own and I rather like the apt complex you’re staying at.” He said with a sly hateful grin. “You wouldn’t dare.” I said

“Yeah buddy boy, it was supposed to be a secret. Our parents wanted to make sure I kept an eye on you. I actually just got back from the complex. They’re doing a background check as we speak. Looks like you might be seeing more of me around hehe.”

“Don’t you ever come around my apt again Rob and you either” I shouted pointing at my parents. “Oh and what are you gonna do about it Tony?” he said as he laughed. “I have knives Rob and if I have to buy a gun I will. Anything to protect my hoard from you, you stupid MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled. His face made me realize I had just stepped over the line…it turned evil. I started to get up. He threw his bowl of spaghetti which slammed into the wall near my head and broke into a million pieces. I started to run for the door but he caught up with me. He threw me into the wall and pinned me against it. “Give me your keys!” He demanded. “Never!” I yelled as he punched me in the stomach. He started rifling through my pockets for my keys. My father pulled him off of me and started yelling at him telling him this isn’t how it should be done. “I just want his FUCKING keys dad. End all of this.”

In pain and gasping for breath, I listened. “How it should be done” my mind went over that line over and over. My parents weren’t accepting me. They put up Rob to the scheme of getting an apt close to me and they were still trying to change me with kindness. Fuck that!

I caught my breath enough after about 30 seconds to get up. By that time my family was shouting at each other, my mother mostly crying. I headed for the door. “Son!” my dad shouted as he realized I was leaving.

“No! I am leaving and i don’t want to see any of you fuckers ever again! You try to change me?! I never will. All of you stay the fuck away from me. Good fucking riddance”

I turned the nob and went as fast as I could to my car. My brother stepped out of the house and shout to me “See you around brother!”

Chills ran up my spine as I slammed the car door and drove away.

Quite a bit of bruising was left from the altercation. Wonder if I should go to the authorities. Omg what is he moves in really close. I might be stopping off at a gun store to check out my options….I don’t know. Maybe they were empty threats. Well that’s what went down. I don’t know if anyone even reads this but yeah. There you go.

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Sorry didn't post here more yesterday. Work was just really hard. Having dinner tonight at my parents...hope it goes well. They say they want to just see me and be civil. Hopefully it stays that way or isn't a trick. Will post what happens after the dinner. At this point my hoard is more important than family. They are going to have to realize this eventually. Ok like I said I will post the dinner results when I get back. The couch pile is calling my name and then it's off to work.

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Was wondering about things while laying in my bed last night. Why is it so hard for people to accept me? Like really. Hoarding is a part of me and you can't just try and separate me and my stuff. Oh well maybe it's because hoarders are just more accepting than others. To all of you who try and change me.....get your own hoard. :P

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Hoarder Fact #1

Hoarders are actually very clean people. We take showers everyday just like everyone else. So anyone who calls me smelly can fuck off

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Life sucks sometimes

It sucks not having any friends to talk to sometimes. I mean I just got rid of most. The ones I kept don’t know I am a hoarder/hoarderkin. It really isn’t cool that I’m scared to tell them for fear they will hate me or change me or try to separate me and my hoard. Assholes like my brother keep me from being a true proud hoarder that I know I am. As I sit here on one of my many piles, I can’t help but cry a little. Hopefully someday I will have friends who understand me.

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Brother attempted to break in!

That's right! Woke up to find him trying to "jimmy" the lock. Wtf! I shouted go away and he pounded on the door! He started yelling. He said I'm your brother and I love you. I'm trying to help you. Help me! Fuck off man! I am a proud happy hoarder! I am on my couch pile as I write this and there is nothing you can do about it big brother! Fuck you and what you think! You're pathetic. Hope you never come back you piece of shit!

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Only heard from my Mom to see how my day was going. Nothing else. Yes it was a good day. No Drama. No oppression. Hopefully it will continue.

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Good day off.

I'm relaxing on the very crowded couch atm haha! I bet my family would be shocked at that. Screw that. I love laying on the pile and hearing the crinkle of many different materials beneath me. Days like this I wish my apt was the only thing that existed.