My room is very tiny.
It used to be a storage room, just under the roof, but my stepfather and my mom cleared it and made it livable.
It has white walls and a green carpet on the ground.
It is so small that I only have a bed, a table and a desk.
This room is nice because it at the third floor so I can climb up on the roof but it is very cold in winter and atrociously hot in summer...
Moreover it has no door, only a few steps which lead to my brother's room.
I stuck a few posters and pictures on my walls so it's better.
But I can't wait for leaving...
It's so tiring not to have any real private place in which I could lock myself when I need to be alone...