I am a hoarder.
I am a hoarder.
Let that sink in.
I am a hoarder.
Let me explain.
I've moved out of my old house and into my new one. And during the process my parents decided to ditch out old furniture and buy new ones.
And you know how it is, the furniture camein boxes. And really huge ones too.
And I carefully stored them all in my room. I mean, what if I needed them for a project or something? What if my brother decided to build a rocket and needed cardboard? What if... ?
So, my mother popped by and asked me about the threatening pile of cardboard I had - admittedly I just had around 3 pieces of wardrobe size cardboard and 2 pieces of bed size cardboard and 1 lamp size one.
And I was like: In case.
And she gave me that look and that's when I realised:
I'm a hoarder.
*cue collective gasps*
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