It's one of my biggest downfalls. I live in the past too much, which causes me to hold onto things I really shouldn't, and makes it difficult to let go or move on. On top of that, it also makes me a pack rat. I collect everything. Rubber ducks, barcodes, guitar picks, socks, etc. I'm surprised I haven't turned into a hoarder. I dunno, it's just a memory that can be held in a small piece of plastic that would be thrown away without second thought by another person. The gum wrapper your best friend stuck down your shirt when you two spent the whole day together, or the box that your brother gave to you with a necklace in it. Sure, it's trash, but it has a little meaning behind it. Don't worry, I do throw away my trash. I don't keep everything, but I might keep it for a while before I pitch it.
I have also decided I am going to do everything I possibly can to help out every person I can possibly reach. Starting with holding doors, donating blood, and volunteering. Be a do-gooder; it makes you happier.
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