marble muffins (with sprinkles?)

I'm a very sentimental person. I don't like to throw things, and I tend to keep useless stuff for old times' sake.
Mostly it's nice to have something to remember the past, but sometimes those memories aren't all that good; keeping stuff that remind me of such things isn't the best idea. But still I cling on to the past, even though I know perfectly well that I shouldn't.

Sometimes I'm tired. Just really tired. With everything... With life in general, really. And then I turn into this bitter, hopeless version of me who couldn't care less about anything. It's probably some kind of protective wall that my brain builds around my emotional balance - the less you care the less it matters the less it hurts. But is that really true?

/P.