I know why I feel so in need of cleaning. I went to California, where I have siblings, who I met for the second time. Every day me and my bf visited people who really exist, and who spoke to me. We did things together. We saw things, we were a real couple, a real couple who had people around us. And then we returned home and I've been in my room alone, with the exception of last weekend. My friends don't care to see me. I've offered to do things, and it never happens. So. I am rearranging my room in a really super weird way that is more functional, but strange, and I can only hope that I like it. I already don't like it, but whatever. No one comes over anyway. Who cares if you can walk through the room without stepping over things, right?

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