My other self

I can be a complete mess if I want. Like, never comb my hair for more than a week, stack my laundries for a month, papers and pencils everywhere, unwashed cups and plates on the table and everything. I never feel I am capable to take care of myself. I can't live on my own. My mom is right.But in the end of the day, I will start to clean up my messy table so I can find my keyboard and mouse, wash all my clothes, fold all the clean one, ironed them sometimes, and keep it to the place it has to be placed. Then throwing out all the rubbish in the room, comb my hair and clean my floor. Usually this happen only when I'm forced to or when he's coming to my place. Instead of munching Chipsmore, I will plan a really good homecook meal just for him, stock up some food in case he gets hungry during the stay. Through out the whole time being with him, I do things that I don't usually do, and never imagine that I will be doing. I feel comfortable with him around, and I wish, that he will always be around. It's so hard for me to live alone. I need you. Sigh.