I suck at cleaning it’s the thing I loathe most in my life, except randomly when I’m at work I be scrubbing the counter when I’m bored and it relaxes me. So why tf do I hate myself for my room being a mess and how it represents my life: shit is everywhere
That is meeeeeee. I will wash dishes, fold laundry, sweep, mop, and vacuum anytime anywhere but my room!
We’re not lazy, our brains are just different.