Yes, I have a messy room. Very, very messy. But I'm a teenager, what do you expect, besides my room is special. I hide things within my room.
Things you couldn't believe or imagine, things you shouldn't believe or imagine.
You see that pile of clothes over there? That hides all of my deepest, darkest secrets.
And that pile of books. They hide all of my insecurities.
Oh, and that box? That hides everybody I've ever been called.
Hoe
Transgender
Freak
Fat
Ugly
Slut
Bitch
Crazy
Retarded
Mistake
But that's only a fraction of all of them.
But this is just the beginning.
My room is very messy and so, so much more things are hidden within my room.
