My room is a mess because I'm always too tired after a whole day of struggling with my own mind And I just want to go home, get on my bed and lie down. I mean, I don't even have sheets anymore because I lost them under the bed.

I feel so disgusting and so embarrassed. I have no biological things or anything like that that could be a risk, though, but there's not a single person that I would be comfortable showing my room to.

I always mean to fix it

I never can

and it seems so gigantic.

Now I don't even have a place to work during the home office period. I have two desks. I have two chairs. I have two beds. And there's no fucking place for me to sit my ass and work on my computer.

Ugh.

My office was my super neat, super beautiful, super functional place. No one there would imagine how disgustingly I really live.