I haven't had the motivation to clean up properly in a few weeks, I think. My room was a sea of dirty clothes and school papers. 
The room was still livable, though. Like, it was just clothes and papers. No food or wrappers. Messy, not dirty, I guess.

But today, I finally cleaned up, organized some things, and washed my clothes. And.. I want to be proud of myself, but I'm not sure if I should be. 

Like, on one hand, my room looks nice now. Not perfect, but passable. And I have more clean clothes to wear. And I found my phone charger. 

On the other hand, I'm embarrassed that it ever got this bad. Like, I, as a functioning human adult, feel as though I should be better than this.

I really don't know if I can be happy about it or not. But at least my room is clean, so there's that. 

Thanks for listening, I guess.