Deja vu?

I woke up to a shocking morning as I have been hearing people whispering around the room. No, not a ghost or something like that, but my mom and the helper once again. They were fixing, cleaning, and throwing away things from one of my cabinets packed with so many intriguing things that even my dad is excited to see what's in there. It is because I haven't cleaned it before and it's full of my old things packed in a plastic.

As I have said on my earlier entries, I am the type of person who can't let go of anything easily. Like if I went to a theme park, I would probably keep something that would remind me of my moments there. Of course, there would be pictures but I still want to keep something else that would remind me of good times.

And I still have those things; things that may seem trash to other people. But finally, I had let some of them go. The favorite ones stayed though even if it doesn't fit me anymore or I don't get to use it like before. Hahaha.