What it's really like to be an emotional person

Hello everybody,

do you also get this feeling that when you have to throw something away that is so stupid but it reminds you off sometimes and you just can't do it?
One example would be my the posters. I plastered them all over my room for a few years. I had over a hundred of them just on my wall and much more laying around. You couldn't see my wallpaper at this point but when I redecorated my room and had my walls painted I took them off and had to throw them away but I just couldn't. Many of them were Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana posters so basically my childhood and I couldn't throw them away. It took me so long and many inner fights to get rid of most of them. It felt like I was throwing that particular time of my life away and I'm never going to be able to see it and remember it again.
Another thing were magazines there was I teen magazine called "Bravo" I absolutely loved (and where I had most my posters from). I had at least 20 stacks of them. And I only looked through them once when I bought them. It was a lot easier to throw them away but it still was heard.

If not no problem because I'm going to try to explain it to you.

I do keep a lot of shit that nobody ever needs but this stuff reminds me of a certain moment of my life. 


A more recent problem I have is that my storage space on my phone is running out but I can't really delete anything.
I mean picture and video wise. I wish I could have all the pictures I ever took with me at all times and could look through them whenever and wherever I want to.

The thing is I'm not someone who compulsive hoarders anything they see. I just want to keep my memories and you can find memories in every little think.

I just want to hold on to those days because they pass so fast and before you know you've forgotten the things that happened.
And who are we without our memories. The things that we remember that we felt, that happened to us are the things that define us. I can't imagine life without those memories.

Who would I be without my memories...and who would you be without yours?


Love, Steff xx