Okaaay, don't judge.
My mom almost got a tape recorder so she wouldn't have to tell me to clean my room over and over again. Well, technically, it's not my room 'coz I don't sleep there, but since I'm the one who almost always uses the room, so it's kind of my responsibility now. I don't know, it's like my go-to room whenever I'm undergoing my monthly depression or whenever I needed to be alone. It's my own comfort room, if you know what I mean. And lately, I haven't been cleaning it up, hence, the nagging mom. So I decided to get my butt off the couch and started cleaning up.
|Before: there's even a stain on the wall, ugh!|
|After: well, the stain refused to budge so I just covered it. <laf>|
|Before: Can you believe I used to study here before?lol|
|After: yey! looks better now, yes?|
I used to collect books and headbands before but I got tired of it eventually. Books are too costly now and I didn't know where to put the rest of the headbands so I stopped and dumped it all in this extra closet. poor thing!
|Before: I didn't know where to start <evil laf again!>|
|Before: everything is everywhere! gah!|
|After: Tada! At least, it's more arranged now.|