Monday, 17 October 2011
02:05:04 AM (GMT)
It has a bed. It has a flowery cover. I have a desk. It has a yellow tin basket with
a dead rose, an empty icing tub filled with Valentine's day lollipops, pretty pens
and a Hello Panda box filled with Swedish index cards. On top of my window, it says
"imagination". I have a small, white bedstand with mardi GRAS beads inside and an
empty Valentine's day box of chocolate. I have a dresser with a huge mirror. On top,
it is full of fragrances and body sprays in which I am obsessed with. A jewelry box
full of jewelry I never wear, except necklaces. I have a closet. Overcrowded with
shoe boxes and clothing. But the door won't close. Hats, scarves and belts and bags
clog it. I have another mirror. Sometimes my friend, other times it's a demon. I have
another bedstand. It has rubber ducks because I collect them and a bunch of other
crap. Glow-in-the-dark stars. I don't like my room. I think I will sell most of my
stuff. It's not much but I need space.
Though, there IS one thing I love about my room. Blacklight. It feels like a party.
And the laptop on my desk.