Collage Cluster

"The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."
-Henry Miller

I like things to be tidy.

I don't live that way.

Because I refuse to clean up after a grown adult.

I am not a maid or anyone's mother.

So my house is a disaster area.

It has been for a very long time now.

And I hate it.

But it's easier to live in it than it is to try to fix it, over and over, just to have it ruined again.

I know I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy.

I chose to lose the battle.

I chose to quit even trying to fight it.

But I'm tired of the warzone of filth and hoarding around me.

You can't control other people, 

you can only control yourself.

I'm about to control myself and a bunch of garbage bags, 

damn the consequences.

When your feelings are overlooked for so long, 

despite your quiet concern for the other party's feelings, 

then perhaps it's time to fight fire with fire.

And while burning down the house would probably be easier than cleaning it at this point, 

all my art supplies are here and it would be a shame to lose them.

...so, begrudgingly, cleaning it is...