I live in opulence.
My room is a giant mess. My windows don't even have curtains or shades. Those are pillowcases people, pillowcases.
My room is a work in progress. I hate how having a messy room/house/anything messes with your psyche (or maybe it just messes with OCD-tendency me). When I go to sleep I can't seem to sleep as peacefully as I do when my room is absolutely spotless. Someone once told me the cleanliness of your space is a reflection of your inner self. I almost feel like that's true because right now... I feel like a complete mess.
I'm hoping that by the end of November (or even Thanksgiving) everything will be nice and clean bringing me a step closer to fixing my own personal messes.
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