Fucking please someone room with me. I’m in a really bad situation and my family is no help. I can pay whatever is needed I just need to get out of here. Not to sound desperate but I kind of am
What I hate about depression is that no matter how clean of a person I am, I can let my room get so messy it’s ridiculous to even me. And then I’m so ashamed of the mess I made but I can’t find to motivation to pick up a single thing and just close the door and ignore it.