I just can't let go of all this physical crap. I've become my mother! I know this stuff is irrelevant to the future, taking up too much space and I hardly ever look at them and get all nostalgic anyways... so what's keeping them underneath my bed? It's okay, I don't need an intervention or some sort of support group. I easily solved the dilemma by taking a million photos in which I will store on my hard drive.
I'm a genius
So I've torn up all my report cards, all of my pretty assignments and threw away my "punk" decorated folders. None of these matter anymore.
NO EXPLANATIONS PHOTO DUMP:
Man, I'm so
embarrassed nostalgic right now
Peace and Love