CONTEXT: My brother hasn’t gotten much better with the self-harming thing (he has a bunch of razor-sharp blades he put in an old Band-Aid tin), and also, his room is really fucking filthy; food items and silverware left everywhere, unfinished drinks that have started to harbor microorganisms, trash and biohazards left everywhere, and so much more.

Oh, and now with the added bonus of using that aftermarket ThinkPad keyboard I threw out after getting the OEM keyboard to put hemp on for lighting.