do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
Soooo you know how like you could find an old pair of pants and there’s money in the pocket and everything is great for a while…
Turns out tidying my room paid off.
But it was a cigarette and not money.
I have to clean my room.
Because relatives and inspection and uuuuuggghhh.
I hate cleaning up for when relatives come, I like to leave my room messy so that mum doesn’t take them in there because it’s my damn room and personal area space and such not a stop off on the tour of the damned house. Like, you’re not allowed in here, this is Naomi’s room. You’ll have absolutely no business in there whatsoever during your stay so there’s no need to see it.
But you know. Fucking inspection day.
So I really do have to have a tidy room because renting houses is a bitch.