I always say that the state of my room mirrors the state of my brain
I’d really prefer if it did not look this way, but I’m still waiting to regain control of my closet after this whole raccoon debacle comes to an end
it’s out of my control and has become beyond annoying — I have no idea where anything is and can barely stand to look at the piles
this is only half of it; the rest is in a room down the hall
I’m dealing with it.