i don't think you've been to my room. let me describe it for you.
my room's small, and the fact that i rarely ever clean it makes it feel even smaller. the air's heavy with the scent of cold cup noodles and unwashed clothes. it's pretty much silent except for the hum of my computer fan, phone speakers and the clacking of keys which constantly fill the room. the bed and desk take most of the limited space. the walls are cluttered with posters — bands, shows, games.
the floor's alright but the desk's a disaster. the bed hasn't been made in years. scattered papers and empty soda cans everywhere. my room was always kind of messy, but it's just bad nowadays.
120 square feet of wasted space.
tell me when there's something worth leaving for.
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after gifted
General Fictionin a world where ambition is idolized and success is expected, there exists ike, a young man with unparalleled intellectual potential but an utter lack of drive. one hailed as a prodigy and a genius, ike has become a self-imposed recluse, a hikikomo...
