Come into my world

I read lots of blogs, and when I read the blogs of people I do not know in 'real life', I feel like their existence is somewhat abstract. While they have shared with me intimate details about their lives and innermost emotions but I can't visualize them in a space, I can't help but doubt their solidity in the universe or something. So, to give you all a good idea about my existence really and truly, here are photographs of my room, totally as it is right now, I didn't move any mess embarrassing shit or anything. This is just it, and since I was 15 it's descended into the realms of insanity, along with myself. I kind of wanted a room like Marcia Brady except now it's just got totally out of hand.