Hello dear Peach! Welcome back to your blog. Surprisingly, you have 2 drafts left untouched and unremembered. If that's even a word. So what the fuck is up?
2021! 3 days into it.
Whatever's been floating inside my head can be pretty summed up in the title of this post. Haha. That's me, a hoarder. I've just rummaged my closet only to find bits and pieces of 2020 (although some would go as far back as 2018). Ahhh, 2020. You were a different pain in the ass. The world stopped. But, your first half ain't bad. Even though that's when I felt your full intensity with all the COVID scare and lockdown bullshit that the world had to endure. Why do I consider your first half as not being that bad? I guess I just really had fun in that period and time.
Okay, so now here goes the title. You know what's the part that sucks the most for hoarders, it's when they have physical memories but can't share them with the person they've had it with. You feel that sour feeling in your gut, like acid that's just boiling inside. I have a lot of those~ physical memories. I don't even know why I never throw them out. Some are just really trash. Like receipts, old notebooks, stickers you'll never use. And every time I accidentally come across them, you have that internal pang, and you feel so emotional right after. I always say this; it's not the person that you miss, it's the moment/s you've had that time with that person. Why does it hurt? Well, sometimes you can't talk about that moment with that person anymore. So you just deal with all the triggered emotions on your own.
Hmmmm, 2020, I've hoarded a lot from you. Maybe I should just let everything go, even the memories.
Xoxo Peach
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