True Confessions: Hoarding

I think I have a problem. I own way too much stuff, and when I say stuff I mean shit. My ideal room would look like this (I'm obsessed with interior decorating--another sign of growing up):

 

But seriously how does anyone do this?! While packing up to move back home I realized that I couldn't take as much crap with me when I moved to Atlanta in August. I have neither the trunk space nor the extra room in my extremely small future apt. Moving sucks. I'm still traumatized from having to go through 3 years of stuff I accumulated while living in my C-ville apartment. So traumatized that I'm absolutely dead set on downsizing for next time. 

Why do I have such an attachment to things? Why can't I throw anything away? Why when I go through old clothes, making a pitiful attempt at purging, do I look at the shirt I haven't worn in 3 years and think "no I can't get rid of this yet, I could wear this to a party!" Of course I never do end up wearing that shirt so what's the point?! Let's face it, even though I'm constantly wanting more, half my clothes/shoes I never wear, and this bothers me. 

I save everything, old cards, old notes, old pictures. They are all up in boxes in my closet. Will I ever look through these again? Chances are I won't, but I can't bring myself to throw away old notes I passed in class during high school, or the card I got from an old boyfriend. Maybe it's ok to save some memories, just simply for the peace of mind. But that junk drawer? Gotta go!