In my room

Okay, so Im in my room, but not just any room this is the zone where chaos and questionable fashion collide. And guess what? Im wearing my brothers shirt. Not just any shirt, mind you. Its the one he wears when hes trying to look like a superhero but accidentally looks like a confused raccoon. Im not wearing it because Im cool. Im wearing it because Im a rebel with a cause, and that cause is my brothers shirt is my new outfit. Shhh, dont tell him. Hell probably yell at me and then ask me if Ive been eating his snacks again. Spoiler: I have. And Im wearing his shirt to make him feel like hes the one whos being weird. Also, Im taking this selfie in front of a mirror thats basically a portal to my chaotic life. Behind me? My dog, whos currently judging me with a look that says youre wearing a shirt that doesnt match your personality. Hes not wrong. And the wall? Covered in writing that I cant even read. Its like a secret code only my inner nerd can decipher. So yeah, this is me your room, my brothers shirt, and a dog that thinks hes a fashion critic. Lets keep it weird, lets keep it fun, and lets keep it me.

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