My Bedroom Essay

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A bedroom's central purpose is to be a place where one can relax and regain energy specially after a long day of work. My bedroom is an exception. In all honesty it has become a reflexion of my life throughout the pass couple of months. A single look into my bedroom would make one think that far from being a place of tranquility it is a place of discomfort. It reflex the lack of orientation and organization. It's environmental conditions have influenced my personality; provoking negative and gloomy emotions. My bedroom should be known as the disaster room. The size of my bedroom is average, the contemporary walnut queen size bedroom set fits just about right. It permits enough space to walk around without feeling crowded. Opening the door into the bedroom can be a difficult task. The immense pile of clothing and towels allows the door to open half way. Considering to walk around the bedroom can cost overwhelm. Climbing to the top of Mount Everest appears to be a more simple act then that of roaming around my bedroom. The path throughout the room is cover with shoes, paper, pencils, plastic bottles, pillows, books, shoe boxes, toys and candy rapers. As if the clutter on the floor was not enough, the night stand on the side of the bed is cover with a foot tall of books and paper. However, the top of the untidy dresser is overloaded with clothing and boxes filled with school supplies. On the good side, thanks to Febreze Noticebles plug-in the room has a pleasant smell of natural flowers, makes the stay a little tolerable. The mess in the room points out an evident need for orientation and organization. It is clear that my mind is overloaded. Focusing on a single thing has become almost impossible. When I want to put on a dress I throw all the cloths out of the closet or drawers and end up wearing a skirt. Simply, I take on a task and in
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