My room is a mess. Over and over again.

Two-Bit had never been a very clean or organized person his whole life. After Dally, and Johnny died it only got worse from there.

I tell myself, I'll clean it tomorrow.

His room just got worse. He didn't have any motivation to clean it. Beer bottles stacked up. Clothes every where. Old plates, and dishes piling up. He was sure that there was at least a few mice in his room but, he didn't care. He didn't have any motivation to do it. What's the point? He just drank most days.