I totally forgot about this. This was a cool little thing. Back when I had my old room and lived at home and was more sad. I remember Lesslie had come over earlier than everyone else and we spent an hour or two clearing out that area next to my room and trying to make it cute.
Wayyyy easier times. No rent times, no bills times, and slacking times.
I don’t know though. With that came other less cool stuff too. I slacked and therefore I was (more) depressed, and I didn’t care enough about myself to take advantage of my education. I remember this was a point in life where I didn’t exercise my mind at all. I guess rent and bills are a fair trade off for growing as a person…? Is that the conclusion that I’m coming to tonight?
Gotta grow up sometime, I guess. v_v