I hate my collection. I started collecting when I moved into my first apartment. I have been collecting ever since. I never let anyone see my collection because I am so embarrased by it. I will go to great lengths to hide my collection. Sometimes people will drop by unexpectedly and catch me with my collection showing. I am mortified. I throw my collection in the garbage, but it is neverending. I just keep accumulating more. I wish I could stop. Perhaps I need therapy. I tried ignoring it, but my collection grew. I tried denial, that made it worse. It's not that I spend money on my collection. I would never buy one. My collection is free, totally free. I cannot think of one person who would pay money to collect what I collect. You see, the only thing I collect is dust bunnies. They sneak in and hide under my furniture, they gather in the corners. I hate them, yet my collection grows. I clean them out, they sneak back in. What am I gonna do?

Week 12 - Dust Bunny Large Enough To Have a Name

Maybe I could hire a cleaning service...