Daring To Dream

So the reason my room is so messy is because of Japanese. (Psst. The language.)

To be specific, Japanese homework/classwork from the classes I used to take in highschool. During the summer, I took out all of my saved papers, arranged them in haphazardly piles, and tried to sort them in a way that I could refresh my knowledge of the language. I thought it’d take a week at most.

…It’s fall now. And when I make a mess, it’s like mold. It just keeps growing.

So, somewhere, underneath all my present homework/classwork, clean and dirty clothes, random assorted items tossed in because it’s a safety hazard walking over to place it at its rightful spot, is the Japanese stuff.

Someday, I will sort it.

Hopefully.

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