my room

It's dim, not so dark that I can't see, but everything is dark. There's dust on the drapes, and art on the walls. not the professional- looking sort of art though, just a shit ton of manic looking sketches, and lists and little papers, (supposedly ones with any sort of sentimental value). A hand full of photo strips too, which maybe bring a more overpowering sense of nostalgia than I'd like. The curtains have pins, enamel pins, and safety pins, and band pins, and homemade ones. There's yellowy light creeping in from the crack under the door, and music blaring.