Future tense

I've been cleaning my room for 4 days. Each day my mother comes into my room, asks: "So how much have you cleaned today?" To which I reply, "... I put my dresses in my closet." If you recall, I cursed being a lazy person complaining it was a curse bestowed upon me as a young infant by the gods themselves. But here I am, wondering what to post today, looking at my room and cringing in disgust. But what amazes me is the amount of times I look at my room, cringe in disgust and then just continue on with how I was. Sometimes I don't even come in the room. I was going out, and I needed a specific pair of shoes, I came to the door of my room, and just subconsciously told my feet to come back later. I really do put the pro, in procrastination. I'm really not even sure it should be called procrastination... it's a greater existence in my life. I swear it has a heartbeat.
Anyway, what this made me think about... was my future. In a few years I will have moved out and I will probably have my own job. What kind of person am I going to be? Am I going to be one that leaves piles and piles of plates in the sink until they grow a mould that releases with it an inescapable odour so potent it causes the dishes themselves to break in an attempt at suicide? Or will I step up to the plate (see what I did there?) and take responsibility for the dishes? What would you do?
To this moment, I haven't the answer. But seriously, I'm 17, I'm only just starting Uni, I need to live my life carefree of dishes and clothes and flipping responsibility. I like finding what to wear on the floor and I like not even noticing when I choose to procrastinate. But what I love more than anything else, is a somewhat sense of freedom that accompanies this bogan untidiness. And I know my room is atrociously messy, but you know what: dinner awaits, so I'll fucking clean it tomorrow bitch.

A boring post from an even more boring person,
Naushin.