What's Wrong With it? Crinkled and worn out, another garment of clothing graces the floor with a large thump. Oops. Must have left my phone in the pocket. I fish it out and start tap, tap, tapping away in reply to a friend. When my full message is complete and sent away, I survey the room. Piles of clothes scattered across the floor, ripped, torn-up jotters thrown everywhere, cups and empty plates on every surface area, delicately balanced on top of a pile of books. My room is a disaster area. It's near impossible to see the pine floor anymore, aside from the path leading from my bed to the door at my mothers request, well, no exactly her request. She'd much rather prefer to see all the floor and not have to buy a 6th copy of 'The Cat Returns'. I have no idea what she was doing in the dvd corner anyway. Probably snooping about again. Sigh. Aslong as she doesn't touch my Kingdom Hearts figures, I've got Roxas and Axel in just the right position. One nudge. BOOM. Detachable hands everywhere. I have lost track of where Sora ran off to after he fell off the side of my desk. Blue tak is not as strong as I thought it seems. But I diverse. My room is 'a tip' or 'the black hole of Culcuta' as some say. But they need to understand, this is organised chaos. When I need some thing, it's on the floor. If it's valueable, it's in a pile. If it's my laptop, it's in bed with all my pencils and papers and other various assortments. I know where things are and I know how to navigate this. It's my room and no-one else needs to venture in here. So, GET THE FUCK OUT MY ROOM WOMAN! I AM TRYING TO REEEAD!... Oh and can we have pizza tonight? Thanks Mum <3