N.E.R.F.

So my Dark Folke poster has been sitting rolled up on my desk for quite a while now, and sometime this past week my mom decided to “tidy” my room by moving two bags (one containing 5 guitar pedals ~1.5kg at least) from the floor to my desk. Yes, right on top of a rolled up poster. Which she has crushed once before and I contemplated trashing the house for. Being away 5 or 6 days every week and not knowing with any certainty that my things won’t be destroyed/taken/rearranged for absolutely no reason… like my books, which I take from and add to often, which have been inexplicably placed on top of my wardrobe, while the 4 most accessible shelves in my room are filled with stationery (that isn’t mine and hasn’t been used for years, like some fucking 1 billion colour crayon set)/junk/junk (that isn’t mine, like packaging/boxes for various cellphones that AREN’T MINE)/SHIT THAT NOBODY WANTS BUT NOBODY WANTS TO THROW AWAY

I don’t even care really since all I need is a place to sleep on Saturday nights but can I just say that

THIS SHIT IS BANANAS