I'm starting to find peace in my little room. It is just four walls and a bed, but it is slowly starting to resemble my space once more, just as my old new room did. Right now it's a mess, clothes strewn on my bed all the time, except for bedtime, when its then dumped on my chair, forms all over my table, multiple cables everywhere, cough syrup and its sticky spots (I'm down with something right now, and its a chore), rings scattered all over. I got my nails painted a deep shade of blue, and it is a comfort to me, to have blue nails. My mom always says that the state of my room reflects the state of my mind, and she's right. I am chaos. I choose to be chaos, because when things are in order, that is when you notice that things are also missing.
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