For old times' sake.

I decided it was a time to completely clean out my room.
Now my back hurts and my mind is dazzled.

Opening drawers I haven't been using for a few years now, because they were full of old junk,
is just like looking straight into your very own past.

I found a calculator I used to play with when I was a little kid. There were teeth-prints on it.
I found my old diaries, now I have a dilemma what to do with them. They're half empty, half full of immature and stupid things. I want to throw them away, but it just feels like throwing out a part of myself. A part of myself I love. The innocent part. Is it another foul-play of self-preservation?

Then I found my old Magic: the gathering cads. I used to be quite good.
I found manuals for old video games I used to have when I was small. Like the Lego: Rock Raiders. God, that was a great one. Still is, I'm going to talk about it in some further post for sure...
I found my pencils and drawing kit. I've had some of those since kindergarten!
I found ticket to Iron Maiden concert I went to when I was about 13, or 12 even. First concert I ever visited.
I found a diploma from trip organized by my my school to pick new students. I still believe it to be my greatest success, having gotten to attend PORG.
I found a flyer from my family's vacation.

Pretty much my whole life in a box.
That makes me so sad.
I always cared more about experiences and feelings, than about materialistic riches.
But at moments like these, I wonder, what the fuck do I leave behind?