a couple of days ago my mother put me in the hallway a few boxes with my stuff. Says I have to select what you want to leave and what not. That there is room for both "Gossip" at home. It takes months telling me but until you've seen there in the middle boxes I have not taken seriously. is easy to get rid of some of those things. There cassette tapes of 80, stickers, trading cards, bus tickets, cinema tickets ... (It is assumed that these are the least complicated) The worst comes when I find two boxes of cards. One of them has cards with my cousins \u200b\u200bwhen I was little, they exchanged text messages with my friends from school, declarations of eternal love with that kid in town where they summered, etc. The box I refuse to throw the container. It is my childhood and part of my adolescence. And the box number 2? You want to know what's in the box number 2? Then there are all the details of my past relationships. It is full of illusions, beautiful letters, papers that keep mobile messages, printed mails I have marcadao, birthday cards ... I've been looking all there and can take a journey through time and relationships only with that material. What do I do? That is, not a question you need space in my house and have to throw or not. If you shot, does that mean that I do not care? What were not as important as I thought? And if I stay, is that I have not passed? "I can not look to the future and I want to cling to the past tense?
I think they call this "Recycling Psychological" I do not know if this is the best. I have many concerns as to prepare well for this.
I feel that today I have a day rather silly.
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