My room is:
-my SANCTUARY
-my shelter from the world.
-filled with the things I love.
-the only place I can be myself without worrying about other people.
-where I break down and build myself up again.
-messy(but I still love it anyway).
-the only thing there for me when I need it.
-filled with reminders of why my life is meaningful.
-where I'm free from people's criticizes.
-where I rest when I'm weary.
-where I can be me.
Someday I hope somebody will think of me like I think of my room. Then I'll know that I'm a good friend.