He's trashed my place again. Actually, it isn't so much a trashing as a slow, unyielding transformation. The whole atmosphere starting to feel like that of a place where someone doesn't live so much as squat .
Homes are for people who have everything together.
Safe spaces with personality and confort, they're not for the likes of you. All you really need in life is a place to crash, and this is the perfect crash space. And yet cluttered. It's a look that suits you. I want to disagree with him, but he knows me too well.