As I heartlessly throw things away, I wonder if any part of me gets thrown away.
My memories, my growing up, the keepsakes.
No point getting too attached eh.
I have been throwing away the presents and odds and ends from primary and secondary school.
What doesn’t get thrown out are my diaries, autograph books, year books and stamp/sticker collections.
If one day, I need to let up more space, then those will have to go, too.
Just not the diaries. Heh.