I fucking HATE living in a cluttered house full of useless crap no one uses, taking up valuable space. Especially when the house is fucking small to begin with. Why do some people feel the need to cram shit all around them until they can barely move? I'll never understand that mentality. It's like they want to bury themselves in some sick twisted way. I cannot stand extra STUFF. People, places, things....I like places. It's what I resonate with - not THINGS. And certainly not useless things cluttered all around me. It clogs up my BRAIN.
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