Dear everyone in my life,

Your bedside table is a reflection of your mental state and today I'll be giving a tour of mine!

My bedside table has been beside me for years to come. It's worn out, scuffed up, scratched and creaks when opening. Yet I still use it because I've never been the type to throw something out if it has minor inconveniences, that's just apart of life, am I right?

Anyways, inside the drawer is an assortment of messy junk that I've collected and haven't cleaned out for years. Simply because it's just a hassle, theres too much to dig through, too much to throw out, too heavy to lift up. So I just leave it be because that seemed like the best thing to do, I had no one else to help me clean it out, I had no motivation to clean it out either, and surely this won't affect my life at all. This is all adding up over the past few years though, much to the point where I can't even close it. It bothers me, it nags at me, it's pulling at my strings and it succeeds. I finally do something about it.

What do I do? I push with all my might and shove the junk deep down and close it. I successfully closed the drawer!-Is what I was initially relieved about. My first instinct was to be happy, but was I? I can't open my drawer without everything falling out on the floor and having to repeat this whole process again. Again, I leave it be, surely this won't affect my life.

What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, my bedside table

I forgot this was a reflection of my mind but oh well