I can't remember the last time I did a proper cleaning up of my room. Or maybe all the past "cleaning-ups" aren't even considered as proper. But I'm quite sure that this time round, I did it. I'm fairly proud of myself as I've finally stepped out of my comfort zone. And, I will continue doing so. I've always been obsessive of things that were by my side for a long time. Those that were no longer used and/or not useful, and even those that were 'harmful' to me. As long as I had them for some part of my life, I wasn't able to get rid of them. The result of that was my room becoming a garbage dump. My room was filled with trash, and I've been holding onto them, not realising that it was slowly becoming a mess as well as preventing me from progressing on. Old toys, stationaries and comic books that were of no value ㅡ I was still holding onto them as I just felt bad throwing them away. Those broken old toys and...