My room is an absolute mess. As a result I’ve avoided spending too much time in it except when I have no other options, like if I want to brush my teeth or sleep. The easiest, quickest solution would be to clean, but there seems to be something keeping me from springing into action. I think it’s the much more interesting prospect of just spending the day goofing off with people I enjoy.
But I can’t let this go on forever, so I’m resolving in this very moment to get up tomorrow and attack this disaster head on. It’ll probably ease the slowly growing anxiety I’ve felt since being home.
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