Everything Goes From Bad to Worse, Money Doesn't Change a Thing

Don't you just love chucking stuff away? Don't you just love saying "Fuck you, I don't need you anymore. You may have been valuable to me once, but now you are just junk." Don't you love that feeling? Don't you love the feeling of being free from all the crap that has gathered around you. The crap that just sits at the bottom of your shelf, just collecting dust.

Somethings you think you'll miss. Why is that? Why do you think you'll miss that old cinema stub? (Dated 2003) Why will you miss that horrid shirt, that you only bought for a laugh and wore it once to that party where Curly threw up over the balcony? You never wear it now, do you? It's just taking up space isn't it? What about all your new clothes? Where are you going to put them?

Old books. Terrible old books about World War II tanks and football annuals from 6 years ago. They never get looked at anymore. The sun has faded their pages. They're still in good nick though. Seems a waste just to chuck'em. But what about my new books? About cooking and babies?

Fuck it. I'll have to chuck'em. They belong to the past. You can just take the past and fold it up. You can put them in Tesco carrier bags and leave them by the front door, so you won't forget to take them out, the next time you leave the house.