Came home to my room yesterday and was greeted by the sight of piles of my possessions which had been evicted from my cupboard and a note from my mum to "sort out my stuff". Apparently my cupboard shelves had collapsed from their weight.
Procrastinated awhile, then finally got down to doing it. Basically, I threw away things. Went through quite alot of old stuff like notes, scribbles, post cards and letters. I could feel a creeping of nostalgia but a part of me felt distant and alienated from it all. I smiled a little at a few of these words whilst others I merely glanced over.
When I was done looking through the pile, I hesitated, then cast them into the bin. For words can mean much, but they are just words.
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