Not less, more!

I doesn't get less, it get's more and bigger (when it should be otherwise). I'm freaking out, literally. If there ever will be one thing that I truly hate doing is to clean my own wardrobe - cause it's endless, when I think I've reached the bottom, noo, there's a new level under. It has to end doesn't it? Cause I might just be laying in a mental institution unless I begin to see an ending. I love fashion, but cleaning up, no.

Xx

/Anna