I always have a problem with throwing things away.

I always keep things. Memories. I like the idea of them. I find it beautiful when I look back to the things that I saved from whomever gave them to me, wherever I found them or just anything. It reminds me of happiness, sadness, laughter and warmth. Sometimes even anger. But emotions make me feel alive. I never felt  the need to throw these things away but lately I've been feeling the need to do so. So I can have more room for new memories. New everything. Lets start with babysteps. Throwing away empty bottles of lotions and such* haha