My room.
My room is cold, because I have a broken window but i don't care.
My floor has clothes, art supplies, and makeup brushes covering almost every inch.
On my walls, playbills,posters and pictures of friends and family decorate my walls.
Holes in some areas too whether it's from nails, tacks or from my punches when I'm angry.
My bed, always messy blankets a strewn, too many pillows possible for one person and three fuzzy blankets.
My room has never been a place for peace
Self harm
Mental and emotional breakdowns
Heartbreaks
suicidal thoughts
And not knowing who I am
Was a place these things happened here.
But now....
My rooms is still a mess
But now, it's a place of peace.
The healing of self harm scars
The mending of my broken heart
Being in a better place mentally
And I know who I am
I'm me.
I'm bisexual?
I'm gay?
I'm pansexual?
It doesn't matter.
I'm me.
But the pride flag that hangs above my bed, gives me strength and hope.
It ties the room together
Makes it more me, you know?
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Treebros and Boyf oneshots
FanfictionThis book will contain -Treebros -Boyfs -RichJake -Sincerely Three -and more I take requests! (Fluff, Angst, And maybe smut) Please send requests bc I run out of ideas really quick.
