This place will never be what I want it to be. Okay, I can accept that. It’s because of me, it’s because of limitations. But you know, so what? I mean, the shower curtain still has sunflowers on it. And that window in the bathroom? It’s the cheap plastic window version of a popcorn ceiling but it makes this pattern of light like a galaxy. And it transforms the streetlight outside into what might as well be the moon.
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