My parents created a monster. I even had a special place in my old room where I hoarded apple cores for their seeds, thinking that one day I would plant them.
I think they're still there. I feel sorry for whoever lives there now.
Being an artist, I like to make stuff with stuff. I had several drawers where I would put useless junk that I found laying around. Always, my thought would be "I could use this insert object's name here for an art project." I could not clean my room easily, for I would always get distracted with the random crap I forgot I had.
I remember having the following items in my possession:
I'm going to be the crazy old cat lady down the street who was on Confessions of Animal Hoarders.
