Self Inspection
My room is in constant pandemonium because I am completely capable of seeing a clutter of mess and stepping right over it. Socks, knickers and jackets mingle with food containers in little mountains scattered over the carpet, and the curving path remaining is what I travel through to navigate around. Want to leave? Find a way to the stairs.
Reflection on how I deal with the mess in my life.
Not good.
Time for cleaning.
Notes
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