Stuff. I have so much stuff. I have an entire shelf of books that I have never read. In my cupboard, I have five bottles of lotion, only half-used. There are movies on my shelf that I haved watched only once or twice. I have more jewelry than I could even wear in one week. I keep shirts that do not fit, and pants that I do not like. I have more blankets than I need. I am a collector of stuff. I am trapped by my stuff. I overvalue stuff. Stuff. Stuff. STUFF. I do not need any more stuff. I do not want any more stuff. I am officially and actively avoiding stuff.
When I turn 22 next Tuesday, instead of celebrating by receiving stuff, I'm going to give stuff. I haven't figured out yet how I'm going to do this, but I'm going to do it. I'm embarrassed by my stuff. I am guilty of my stuff. No more stuff!