Well, I have many things on my desk as of now. I cleared my desk a month ago, and look how things magically piled up again. I have no sense of organization, a poor trait of mine. A trait which I obviously need work on.
My family has this weird behavior of keeping things, even the useless ones. I seem to have inherited it from my mother and
lola, the reason why our house is nowhere near "spacious". It's a death dreamland for claustrophobic people. From old gradeschool books to old receipts, it sure bring the memories back, but please, the clutter it results to is dismaying. If we go on a cleaning spree, it would take us 2 months to "clean" the living room alone. That may even be an understatement.
You may compare my room to a junkyard. It's a hard place to breathe in, literaly. I feel rather squeezed in. There is no room to move at all. Ok, maybe a tiny bit of space where I could dance around, but other than that, no room at all. I lack time to actually focus on revamping my room. Uni work, duties, projects, how could you have time for cleaning your room? Somebody told me to work on it slowly, like arrange my desk for a start. Don't tell me I didn't try.
The problem with me is I don't want somebody arranging my room. Nobody else has a sense of what I actually want, how I want my things to be arranged. I don't want my things to be touched, a strict order of mine to our
Ate Rose. Even I can't read myself. I want things to be organized. I can't call it OCD or any other disorders. Maybe I'm just a lazy lazy person.
----------This summer, I'm planning to revamp my room. Hopefully I can push through with it. HOPEFULLY.
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