Warning: the following photo essay documents the life of a strange, highly irritable, and annoyingly smart sixteen year old. Read at your own risk.
First off my lair…err room. I decided against cleaning up, it’s more honest. Not pictured, my TV. My room may not be huge but angles are conspiring against me

Next my partner-in-crime and only reliable link to the outside world. I don’t talk to it. Honest. Or at least not often….

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