the cell

my cell looks like shit. i finally decided to clean it, come out of my depressive state. it's like 8.9 x 6.5 x 8(?, never measured the height or depth or whatever). it's small but i have a problem keeping it organized. i guess i have nowhere to put stuff.

i moved in with my mom after i lost my job in july. my brother wanted me here so he gave up the cell. i didn't have any space or privacy where i was living before. but that's all behind me. i am at rock bottom right now, only one way to go, right.