I don't clean up, because no one visits me anyway.
I guess we can have sex on empty fast food bags and pizza boxes.
I am sure that this isn't true for everyone, but for me, I found that I am much happier when my home is clean. It always seems so pointless at first and I am lazy as fuck, but then when I've done it, it eases my depression a bit and helps me feeling more like a good person. I never thought it could have this influence on me, until I tried it for a few months. Give it a try!
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