Sorry My Room Is A Mess, Mom

I'm just trying to define myself.

This morning when I rolled out of bed at noon and tried to find a path to walk out of my room, I made a keen observation. My discovery was representation. Too bad there isn't a day of the week that starts with a D, so I guess we'll just have to have Discovery Duesday instead. Duesday makes me think of due date, which reminds me that I probably have a some fines rackin gup at the library. We'll have to save the story about the time I had $16.00 worth of fines for another time.

But, back to the regular programming on Kara's Discovery Channel. Today I realized why most teenagers' rooms are messy. Maybe perhaps your room represents you. And the teenage years can be a messy time in life. Yeah, yeah, I know we've all heard you can't judge a book by its cover, but let's get real. We all still do it sometimes, whether on accident or on purpose. (Btw, I don't think it makes you a bad person; it just shows that you're human.)

I'll be honest, the condition of my room totally describes me. I even try to use the excuse with my mom that "I'm using my room to express myself" when she tells me I need to clean it. But, come on Mom! Let me be me! Okay, okay, let's get to how my room describes me. It's a total mess. Which I'm not a neat person, I like my crap in a mess. (Which could be the reasoning as to why I seem to lose every single thing I touch. Hm..) The messiness also describes my life, which is a little messy sometimes. I'm a teenager, of course life is a litte messy. You have the whole finding yourself phase, the heartbreaks, and all the other stuff you could care less about, but you have to pretend you care anyways. How could you expect my life to be neat and tidy with all of that on my plate?! Oh my, if only parents could understand why us teenagers have messy rooms.

Just like I'm sure most of you do, when a room just gets too messy, you clean it up. Well, I do the same. Which also represents my life. When things get to messy, I clean it up. But, then that room starts to get messy again and once again you have to clean it back up. Same thing happens in life. Messy, clean, messy, clean. I don't like when my room is too messy, because then it smells, and I can't find any clean clothes. I also don't like when it's too clean, because then everything is in it's place, and I can't seem to find what I need. When life is too messy I feel out of control, but when it's too neat and perfect you just feel weird. So really, I like it in between. Not to messy, not to clean.

Stay chill and inbetween, xoxo.