People's priorities are all over the place.
My mother sees me being bitter and selfish consistently, yet she confronts at me about things like not cleaning my room.
My room is a mess, but so is my life.
How can I justify making time to clean something so insignificant as my room if I have yet to find enough time to clean up my life?
It doesn't make sense to me to clean up my room and make it seem like I have my life together when I don't.
If I am really a mess, my room will represent it.
If I don't have all my shit together, cleaning my room and making it seem as if I do is fake and misleading in my eyes.
I will not go out of my way to make things seem a way that they are not.
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