The Room i guess i should’ve known that it was getting bad again when i looked at my room i knew i’d been happy for too long something was bound to creep back in how does my passion and energy die so quickly? the room becomes scattered, laundry piles up for weeks in a row, the desk is cluttered, i don’t remember the color of the carpet on the floor, random clothes and things pile up in the corner and on the chair, (everyone has a ‘chair’) i haven’t washed the sheets or made the bed in… i don’t remember i keep forgetting things I told you that yesterday. You forgot again? Did you remember ___? I already said that. wait, whose birthday was today? shit i forgot the plants are dying because i don’t have enough energy to water them my head hurts, my eyes are so tired but sleep never comes (when it does it’s too much) i’m hot, i’m cold, the plants need heat… need water have i drank water today? yesterday? probably not tomorrow either. don’t even ask if i’ve had food the christmas decorations are still up (i’m not that type of person), i bought valentines day lights but i still haven’t put them up because i can’t, i’m so tired i can’t move why do i keep sleeping? why do people still refuse to wear a mask? why is everyone dying? why are the plants dying? why is the world like this room?
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