My bedroom I think i am in love with myself. Not in a self-obsessed creepy way, but in the way that anything that belongs totally and completely to me, i love. Like my room. I am absolutely in love with my room. To be honest, out of the top 5 things i could miss when i leave for college and take that next step in life, my room is probably way up there. I can control the smell, the sound, the temperature, and the atmosphere. The entire sphere of aroma within that little space is mine. I like it to smell like the wind outside mixed with my lotion and this herb pillow spray that relaxes me. I only let the light come via the sun during the day because the lightbulbs ruin the chi. The window is set perfect to reflect the rays of the sun through the tall pine trees outside as well as some direct light. I like there to be fresh air circulating or else i feel trapped. My music is always on to a slight hum of jazz, 89.1. I dont know why i like it like that. Anytime i take a minute to sit and actually listen to the music i get lost in the artists improvisations and then frustrated because i hear it differently in my head, but as far as background music, it just completes the feel. My walls are deep red. Now some tend to call my room the sex room. On the contrary i take the red as less of a lust symbol and more of a completeness, fullness, and rustic look. Besides, i heard people sleep better in their favorite color. Everything else in the room is just an accent. I cant explain how simply laying in my bed, tired or not, just sets a somber breath upon my chest and lets me exhail any thoughts away. No matter how much energy i once had, all i want to do is relax and enjoy my wonderful life. I cant imagine leaving my room ever. How sad that that day will have to come. This post is depressing because i am at school and now all i want to do is go home and lay in my room. Maybe paint, maybe draw, maybe read, maybe sleep, maybe fight the music, maybe talk to myself, maybe cuddle with my pillow, or maybe just breath and try to control my heart beat. Physics calls. Wish me luck. Later  ¶ 12:11 PM