I love these teenage room confessions "in all of their gory detail," as Commune says.
My basement room had cinder-block walls with a few purple and pink sponge-painted flowers. There were lots of messages from friends written in Sharpie on my heating-duct ceiling. It was cold down there, even though my closet was mostly taken up by the furnace. The rest of the room wasn't much bigger than a small hallway. It was my own though. Right down to the abstract disco ball, butterfly mobile and half of a birthday pinata hanging above my bed (yes, I had those things).
What did your teenage room look like?
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