i literally cant go home for breaks anymore it's actually insane. like i'm in grad school now and i still cant bring myself to stay there for more than a night because my brother's room is just... there. like still a fucking museum of his old soccer trophies and his dirty laundry from when he was 16 or something—it's been like that for YEARS. i just wanna chill without feeling like i'm walking into a shrine to someone who literally doesn't even live there. like for real. i just can't deal.