My Room is clean. But it never really is.
I've also just shoved all stuff I didn't have the time to sort into the white thing that's supposed to function as a garderobe. 
I don't know why, but I constantly feel that I was more beautiful when I was younger. It's a strange feeling. Also a strange thought.
I could make myself look nicer, with makeup and what not. Maybe nicer clothes and better-cared-for-hair. 

Will it still be me? 

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