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i'm feeling almost exactly opposite of you [hb].
when i got home last night at 4 AM, my MOM was sleeping on the extra mattress on my floor. apparently my dad snores and she sleeps in there "to escape."
i went to unpack my laptop and JONS LAPTOP was on my desk clogging up all the space and outlets ...apparently they dont want to leave it in his room bc "the cop said its a bad idea for him to have a comp in his room"... yea ok so put it in the next room over, that'll really solve the problem. there are 3 other computers in this house, but for some reason EVERYONE feels the need to ALWAYS be on jons laptop in MYYYY room.
almost every single poster and picture is off of my walls, the only ones left are the 2 or 3 that are covering holes or chipped paint.
THE MESSY was sucked from my room in my last week of summer when i literally threw out everything i owned that wouldnt fit in one of those clear boxes deep in my closet; i saved a drawerful of things from before highschool and a drawerful of things from 9th grade to fresh year of uconn..
the only little tiny messes here in my room now are the old JCpenny or target circulars that my mom accumulates in here, and random things that my brothers don't know what to do with so they just throw in here.
i love my house and Monroe is Beautiful and i'm honeslty going to cry for days when someone buys it from us..
but right now i feel like ive just been diagnosed with a terminal disease and i'm just undergoing small pointless recoveries because i know what's ultimately going to happen..
my room feels like a skeleton. a vegetable. theres no soul left in these periwinkle walls :'(