cleaning my room can be terrible, with all the rubbish getting more and more each passing year. and i even discovered sec 2 textbooks and work sheets. see, how pro i am at keeping stuff?

then my mum wanted to air my room. so she opened the window. and the rose dropped 12 stories down. my rose that i dried for more than 6 months. the rose that samantha gave me for farewell. that rose. her "oops" and my screams were heard. chaos ensured. apologies fell on deaf ears. she was told to sit and not touch anything. and i wasn't mean. i wasn't rude. i was hysterical for the fun of it. it was nerve racking and plain sad. then we collasped into a daze and went back to the monotony of throwing away dozens of worksheets. fun.