not gonna win you round with prose, if anyone should know then it's I should know

Just noticed how uncomfortable everything in this room is. The chair creaks and is too upright and I've left the window open so it's become annoyingly chilly. I just arranged all my Ikea pencils so "www.IKEA.com" faces up. Some of the lettering has rubbed off on some of the pencils and it's really pissing me off.

Nothing in this room really has anything to do with me at all.

If I had the time and the patience I'd fill it with developed photos and reams of film and a collection of cameras and a typewriter and paint and biros and sweets and films and a projector to screen them and a sofa and cushions to sink into and all my music; stacks of cds, even some vinyl if I could get my hands on any, and a record player and my guitar.

I'd fill it with things that actually meant something to me instead of it being full of schoolwork, childhood books and a bin full of energy drinks.

Short post, but just felt the need to say it.