Dive into my mind, don't drown.

12:36 AM

I'd like to think I'm doing better but my bedroom says differently.

My bedroom is the worst it has ever been.

Normally when it gets this bad, a part of me finds something inside it to be able to say that, we need to sort this.

But this time, it's like that hasn't happened.

I'm not sure if this is making any sense, what I mean is, my room is a mess, there are clothes everywhere on the floor, on the bed, my table is a mess there are pens and pencils and crumpled pieces of paper. On my bed, there are empty plastic bottles, clothes, and empty wrappers.

But even through all this mess, there is still space to walk on the floor, so I mean it can't be that bad, right?

I know that I should clean, but I lack the energy too.

I feel ashamed when someone has to come into my room.

I keep saying that I know or I have a feeling that I'm going to break down in probably one the worst places to break down in, that time is still yet to come.

But I know that when it does, I'm not sure that I'll ever recover from it.

I don't feel here at the moment.

And I don't know where I'm going with this, so this is a bit like my room, a mess.

- Owl.