I moved into this house a little over a year ago, and the scented candles I used in the house before... I used a lot of them, right? I couldn't throw away those bottles. The empty bottles... So, I think I got one or two boxes before I moved? Because I collected them?
Mom, I kept pestering you to take this and use it as interior decoration, but you said it was trash and just threw it away. Phew, this is trash? And then...
I know. What kind of citizenship is it?
But people who can't throw these things away simply can't. They have some kind of meaning to them.
I have something like that.
I'm really bad at taking care of things. I don't really care about taking care of things, so I don't really like things disappearing from my space or having changes in it.
I think it's more stable to stay in that place. It may look messy to others, but I'm so used to that kind of clutter that I'm afraid of change. So, I have a strange feeling that I feel at ease when things I no longer use are still there.
