My Room.

Alright, so up until about 8 oclock last night my room has been a complete hole. There were clothes, junk and crap, all over the floor. You couldn’t see the floor and this sea of shit was about a foot deep. Anyway, i cleaned this thing up. I cleaned it ALL up. Like holy shit, this is one motherfucking clean room now. So back on track. This morning i woke up, and for the last like 4 months i’ve taken into consideration all this shit and developed a sort of track, stepping on this bottle, stepping onto that pile of books. This morning when I woke up, this path wasnt here, so i like got out of bed and like fell over on flat ground. it’s weird seeing the carpet again. I don’t like it, i can’t find anything, like seriously, how am i suppose to find my clothes when they are like hung up in my wardrobe. All my clothes had seperate places on my floor. I knew where everything was. Now when i’m trying to get dressed it’s like “Holy shit i have to walk over, open the wardrobe doors, grab the clothes, close the wardrobe doors.” As if that is going to happen. This life is not for me.