where splashes of personality and shelves filled with items he loved most used to be, now stood a cream-coloured wasteland. jorty had a rebirth of sorts, his belongings divvied out between his loved ones, never to be given back.
the mess, oh, the mess. it's worse than ever. what he lost in human connection is replaced with empty bottles and general trash. he doesn't have the energy anymore, and it shows.
shame on you. here's what you gather by creeping around in someone's room without permission: his name is jorty, thirty one years of age, born december 20th. ah, a fiery sagittarius, a less in control sagittarius.