“I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos.” My room has turned into a whirlwind of clutter, clothes thrown everywhere, books stacked higher than the Eiffel Tower, and I am just trying to organize. I end up getting distracted by something I thought I had lost years ago and then end up creating another mess. My desk is an array of papers, pens, and who knows what else. As soon as I think I got a grasp on things, I find another pile that I swear wasn’t there 5 minutes ago. If I could just find a pair of socks, but that’s probably having a party with my missing hoodie.