Am finally divesting my room of ten years' accumulated objects. Algebra packets from fifth grade and notes from childhood best friends and little books I made with my mom out of construction paper. Twenty years worth of journals and birthday cards. Pictures of butts and potted plants. Filthy stuffed animals. Every cell phone I've ever had. I am starting to go a little insane over it. Examining everything so painstakingly has had a saturation effect in a bad way and I am considering for the first time the possibility that maybe I won't WANT to remember everything when I'm old. Not because it was bad, just because.

Also, why was this buildup allowed to take place?