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[htotheh]

Today I saw the floor of my room for the first time since sometime this summer. Mom made me clean it, and organize things, and for a little while it looked like someone else's room entirely. It made me a little uncomfortable, actually--I don't know what to do without my clutter. But it was all okay again after I started to clear out my binders. I have about eight piles of papers on my floor. They'll get put away, eventually, but until then, this still looks like home.

I am a sad, sad case if it doesn't look like my room unless it's messy.