Army taught me to be a bit OCD about neatness. Everything in its place, the lines parallel....and since it's me, hopefully some artistic sense. During MOCC I'm going to hang up pretty posters hur hur.
Maybe I was always like this. I certainly took well to the clean and neat philosophy. When I'm surrounded by a mess, my heart rate goes up, my frustration filters through my eyeballs and become tears, and I can't think properly. I hate it.
I mean, do we need 20 palm-sized christmas stars? We don't even celebrate christmas! Do we need 10 empty chinese new year goody containers? WHY? My parents are hoarders, oh my god...
I suppose it could be worse.
I saw some nice art on deviantart.
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