my room

Lately I have been noticing a relationship between my happiness and my room. The more unhappy I am, the more of a mess my room becomes..

Whenever I am doing well, my room is pretty spotless.

Hmm, my room is pretty messy right now.

Gotta fix something, doh.

I don’t know how to be happy.

I need to learn how to appreciate things. I have so many awesome things that anyone else would be proud to have and happy to own. But, in the end, I’m not happy. Something is missing, and unless that void is filled, I’ll never be happy. Thats what I say to myself, but I have to get past that. I should be able to be happy regardless but I don’t know how to reach up and achieve that level of life condition.