I think I could have an anxiety attack.
I was sleeping in a hotel for seven days, and now I'm back in the house.
The room in the hotel was white, clean, light, and big.
My room is colorful, messy, dark, and small.
Right now I'm cleaning my room and moving books to other shelves, so it would look more like a hotel.
I was living with a friend, and now I'm with my parents and siblings.
I refuse to even call this place a ''home''.
Oh my lord, my writing is so chaotic,
Sorry