Is my room. My comfy, mismatched, drab, gloomy room. I'll miss the smell of my dead roses when I walk in. I'll miss my Christmas tree on the ceiling. I'll miss my bed and the perfect little nook I made for it in the corner of my room. I'll miss my couch covered in art and books, and I'll miss all the floorspace I have for spreading out and doing projects. I'll miss my crooked easel, whose sole purpose was to hold my art. I'll miss the black cabinet I rescued from the school dumpster, and I'll miss all the posters, banners, and magazine clippings on my wall. I'll miss having my art supplies around me, and I'll miss my collection of Dunnys, Gundams, and Disney shit.
It's the room people see and go "Whoah! This is cool!" It's the perfect representation of me... and college will force me to suffer. I hope my roommate likes my few belongings that I bring with me... I haven't decided what yet. A new Scentsy, my picture frame, maybe Eric... haven't decided yet. I'll miss this place... it's my only comfortable place in the house.
xx Until The Moment You Leave, I Wish That You Would Stay Marz
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