ever look around ur room and wonder if you should be sad about the fact that you never injected any personality into it. like no posters, no pictures of friends, nothing hung up. u don’t have cute little things that u make and put up on a wall somewhere they’re all mostly bare and its like u wonder why ur like this. is it personality, is it the volatility of being a child of an unnecessarily long divorce proceeding that made u never want to assume something could be permanent, is it the subconscious thought that you wouldn’t stick around for long, never truly having your own bedroom but being alone anyway. and its like well maybe ur just lazy. it feels like its that simple but also its so much more than that but you cant pinpoint any of it
