room description: creative writing

[psychobizyatch]

The doorway to my tight, narrow dorm-room is hard, gray and unwelcoming like a concrete surface. Open it up, and you're walking into insanity. Scratched, imperfect walls, surround my small, messy space; their stark white colors stare at me mockingly, as if I was some mental patient. I want to beat my fists against their vacancy. Bright pictures of happy memories used to hide their bleak expressions; now those images rest peacefully in the bottom of my trashcan. My sturdy twin-sized bed, with its ruffled sheets and yielding texture, is my only comfort during these restless, sleepless nights.

Haha and everyone in the class thought it was simply about me hating my room