depression room

obviously shit everywhere. so many little things i can’t be bothered to put away. i knock one thing over and 4 other things follow. probably will never get around to cleaning up because if i do it’ll revert back to its usual. 

oddly enough, the huge lump of clothes on my bed that i refuse to put away or wash has become the number one source of comfort when helping me go to sleep. if i lay on my side and i have my lump behind me, it feels as if i’m being spooned lovingly. 

perhaps i will never clean my room