Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26259054-20150330040929

Ok, I admit it I have a bit of a problem.

You see, I'm a hoarder. Everything I have is stacked from my floor to the ceiling all throughout my home. It gets hard when I have to move through my house, but it's worth it when I'm surrounded by all the things I love. It's a great life to live.

If only other people would understand it. They want my wondeful life to change without considering what I have to say. They think I should go somewhere else away from home for a while. I'm not fooled. It's just a ploy to get rid of everything and convince me that I should have more space so that I could be happy. I won't let them do that. I won't let them take away my things. Can't they tell that I'm already happy?

Don't worry though, I'm not mad about. In fact, I took their advice to the heart. Now, to make more space, I just cut up their bodies before I put them in my collection.

I admit it, I have a bit of a problem, but there's nothing wrong with that, right?

(Author's Note: Sorry if it's a bit rough. I tried my best. I look foward to reading the feedback that would help make this creepypasta better and/or make my writing skills stronger.) 