Why is it that whenever life gets busy my room reflects it? My
bedroom looks like a storm passed through. My desk is cluttered with
papers, discs, receipts, tapes and books. The web of unorganized piles
spread like an inescapable net over everything. The more I move things
around the more tangled it becomes.
You'd think I was in high school or college. But it's just life.
There
are moments of procrastination and stress where I organize and clean,
but for the most part my room reflects my life. I've heard from other
people that their rooms are the same too. Now, if I could only get that
pile of holiday letters sitting on the floor under the table done.
They're 3 years late...
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