It's the room you probably have lived in for your childhood; or at least a couple years. It holds millions of memories and thousands of tears. It's the room we ran to after a long day of school or to just get away from the world.

To the room I occupied for the important parts of life:

You hold memories and thoughts that nobody else will ever see. You hold the nights that I couldn't sleep or the days my friends didn't want to go home. I come home now and spend a few nights at a time, but it will never be the same. This was where I laughed, cried, screamed, pondered, and lived. This is where my best friend and I cried over broken hearts or got ready for our dates to pick us up. This is where I got ready for nine school dances and burned the carpet with the straightener I left on. This is the place that I stayed up all night with best friends talking about the guy we had a crush on in sixth period. It's also where we realized he wasn't worth it. It's where we crammed for tests and worked on homework until midnight because we forgot about it. It's the room that I laid on the floor for hours and talked to my best friend or the guy I thought I loved. You have seen the tears of heart break and the tears of joy when I got into the college I wanted. You have seen me walking on air through the door because he finally asked me out. This is where I painted with friends, or at least attempted. It's also where we hung the paintings on the wall. It's where the posters from the concerts I went to still hang and collect dust and nostalgia from that night. You've seen many pictures and different faces get put up with joy and torn down with changes in my life. You've seen the people in my life come and go, and the real ones stay. You've seen stains of nail polish that my best friend and I scrubbed for hours getting up (sorry mom), and the stains of makeup when I'm rushing out of the door for school. This was the place my friends couldn't wait to come at the end of the day and tell me about the bad day they had or the guy that looked their way at lunch. This is where we ate too much ice cream and woke up way too late. You will hold so many memories of my life and the important lessons I learned. In this room; I learned that it doesn't matter what you see in the mirror; it's what you live and stand for everyday. I learned that Taylor Swift CD's and screaming the lyrics with my best friend can probably solve any problem, and that it doesn't matter what "that guy" thinks of you. I learned that dry shampoo can save fifteen minutes when you wake up late for school, and that waking up early on school days to get breakfast on the way to school can change your whole day. You learn a lot in the years that you live in a room, but it also teaches you so much more than you realize. It taught me to turn my straightener off before I go to school and that momma will know when you come home because the floor in the hall squeaks, along with your door. I will always be thankful for the memories and life lived in this room.