I think the scariest part is, I felt so happy last year that my room was very clean. I don't know what happened, but I holed myself back up again when it was convenient.
You ever clean your room for the first time in 9 months and you can finally see the tiles of your floor? Never having to watch your step as you exit your room?
Agony is when the only thing you feel the most empathy in is animals and you want a pet but you're also horribly depressed and acknowledge that you can not keep a pet alive in this condition. How can one even think to keep a pet alive when your closest friends ask how do you manage to live in the filth of your room, rotting on your bed? Everytime I clean my room, I feel disgusted