I have a slight hoarding problem. Just a smidge. *coughUNDERSTATEMENTcough* So the process of packing everything up and throwing away as much as possible - for the second time this year - is just a wee bit traumatic. Such that, after throwing away a full third of all my clothes, when I find myself anxiously trying to sneak tchotchkes and old coverless cushions and junk off the general for-dumping pile, that is when I need to go be alone in my attic kingdom.

Meaning, dad - please don't pick hiding-time to shout at me to finish clearing my old room. I WILL. I just. need. to chill. for a bit.