My Room

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9/19/21

Yesterday my mom told me to clean my room, I don't know why...but cleaning my room is probably one of the most mentally hardest thing for me to do. I am lazy, a master procrastinator. Though when it comes to cleaning my room, why would I want to clean my room if its going to be messy again? What is the point of trying to re-do something if its just going to keep being ruined?

There isn't any reason, its just stressful. I don't clean my room just because its stressful though. I don't clean it because  if I do clean it, it has to be perfect. I have to feel good, like everything is going to be ok when I clean my room, like I have my life together and can do anything. I use to feel like that years ago, but I don't feel like that anymore. I wish I do but I can never achieve that moment where I feel like everything will be alright, that I can do anything. I don't feel like that. So cleaning...organizing my room just honestly feels like a waste of time.

This goes with my drawings to, I won't draw something unless its perfect, I won't draw something unless its amazing and makes me happy. I hate sketches, or any drawing that is terrible looking or half-made. Each piece I make has to be perfect

I do miss that feeling, it was one of the greatest feeling I had. But I don't have that anymore. Sometimes I wish my mom would understand this. But she just assumes I am just lazy. Maybe the feeling might come back one day. But I know it won't come back in a while. So cleaning my room would just mean throwing all my clothes either under my bed or in my drawers.

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