hemlockeater
Yesterday I went shopping. I bought shirts, dresses, skirts, books, and, most importantly, a swirly-tree-shaped jewelry holder. I got home, threw all the bags on the floor of my room, and placed the swirly tree on top of my TV. "Yes, this will definitely solve the chaos in my room," I thought. Rushing, I moved all my earrings and necklaces from the bags there were in to the holder; they filled all the right side. I threw away the bags, locked myself in my room, and lay on my bed. In spite of all the clothes and books on the floor, I was at peace. I managed to convince myself that setting the little holder up on its little organized corner was the first little step toward a new, organized self in a new, organized room. But that was it; it was only a first little step.