Routine doesn't make me organized, it makes me more disorganized and stressed out even.
Most routines consists of me processing emotional obstructions that may lead to procrastinating or chasing time tables without the time to reorganize.
As per upbringing, the household doesn't encourage me to be organized as long as someone else is dwelling the same spaces as I'm.
Most especially with those who never seem to respect my boundaries -- which probably consists most of my life as to why I don't trust to leave things lying around and gave up organizing altogether. So I want my own damn room so badly...
I would've been more organized if only I have a space exclusive to myself, with full permission of me able to discard and keep things, where and where not to put things, rather than having to take account of another who might've otherwise.
I'm so sick of guilty conscience telling me to take the damn account of others -- I'd rather have things thrown, kept and placed on my own terms and no emotional obstructions needed to be dealt with.