I am on the brink of being consumed by my clutter.
Just to write this very post, I had to make a clear square of space upon my desk of knickknacks and papers and books and water bottles.
For a while now, I have been struggling with clutter in my life, and nothing has manifested this issue before my eyes more than my room. The clutter of my emotions are tucked right in with the interminable mound of clothes on my desk…
