i cant recognize my own room.

its incredible. its neat. and i hate it. my mum sorted out the room. she dug up all my little memories and secrets stored away messily in the boxes. i hate it. i hate to see my gigantic marlboro box with my pictures kept in a neat drawer. mine! and seriously mum is the last one who should discover my small and big pack of marlboro, my ridiculous pictures, Mine!

and i know i should be grateful.