One of those times when you walk into your room and think, “what the hell is wrong with me?!” I have clean clothes on my bed, papers and nonsense on my desk, and well that is pretty much it.  I can’t stand messy rooms. Anyone who knows me can tell when I’m stressing out because my room reflects my mind set. If you ever come in and see clothes on the floor, food sitting around, and an odd smell… PLEASE CALL SOMEONE TO HELP ME! That is all.