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yesterday i decided to clean the house, only when i clean the house i clean like i'm moving out. "who needs all this shit?" is the question. Im the extremist of minimalists. I threw away so much useless stuff. When my mom came home she literally spent two hours going through the garbage and putting most of it back. "I'm putting these in a scrapbook," Or, "These don't need to be thrown away, they can go to the goodwill," so as the goodwill box increases in size, i retreat to my room full of musical necessities. Music and art, music and art, pretty noises, pretty things, a full CD rack, walls covered in draping cloth with pretty patterns, my guitar, my piano (my love), and my other guitar. "who needs all this shit?" She has the phone directory from highschool, file cabinets full of research papers i did in third grade, she files away magazines for christ's sake.