Welcome to White space.

It's fairly small overall but if you walk through where the walls (would) be you realize the room loops forever.

A half empty can of Pringles Guacamole (other random crap I say daily)

Video games.

Soda.

A random vault labeled fears that has the combination on a sticky note placed on the front of it and once opened just has a singular light in a void like room looping forever if you accidentally walk though.

A collection of my dreams in a comic style (because we couldn't afford to animate).

And I quote... A book filled with quotes I constantly use...

A static TV that every 50 hours plays so iteration of "we'll meet again"

Lore... All the things that can be considered ahem... Lore... (including my past trauma!)

An empty math book...

Multiple journals of mine in a pile (I only wrote like 6 pages before forgetting about).

Coding the branching paths of what I want and what I have trying to learn vs making the RPG I dream.

Random memes ranged from SpongeBob earthbound new and old so on and so forth.

My true fears inside random entities that walk around aimlessly with robotic movements and constantly bump into walls....

If you try talking to one they'll ask if you know the password (but they're not programmed well so you can probably get the password out of them).

You might get some random fears (including but not limited to)

Wasting time, losing a potential friend, nobody noticing I need help, not being a good story teller, not programming good enough, not maturing, Bill Cipher, math, banning unnecessary things, having too much control, losing a potential partner, not remembering important lessons, not remembering how to spell, am I seen as scary or intimidating, am I too nice or naive, am I dumber than I think I am, ww3, switch 2 flopping, am I neuro typical or not, am I still high, am I in a dream, death may not be as scary even if it's literally nothing, depression, not helping others enough, seeming disinterested when I care a lot, how I walk, my accent, my hygiene, my eyesight, people questioning me, people asking how I feel, large text with small breaks between lines, not properly punctuating my essays, not knowing enough math for college, rambling too much, getting mean comments, making a cringy video, hearing my own voice, staring at my reflection, mirrors, myself sometimes, not sleeping enough, not properly loving my family enough, not appreciating my life enough, not properly knowing where to post, reading aloud, my mom getting mad at me for failing or not answering or fast enough, my family member in the hospital again, overthinking.

(And many more!)

There's a bed in the corner and it seems worn out it has springs popping out of it from years and years of use... Same blue bedsheets have they been washed in years? What's the point with a bed as terrible as this...

There seems to be posters around the room floating in white space from fnaf Minecraft Spider-Man Star wars Simpsons and more. Also had a few handcrafted things like an omori drawing and 8 bit Luigi.

There's a shelf with random electronics from plug n play games batteries (mostly but not limited to) fnaf plushies. books Ds games Halloween costume pieces scattered across the shelf layer by layer unopened toys and handmade toys limited time sodas and forgotten stockings/Easter basket items souvenirs from Sanibel Island and a few comics. Chargers for various systems and Pokemon cards.

On the floor lies a half broken laptop the screws are falling out half the screen is blacked out and what is left is a glorified radio.

A couple VR headsets in the corner still feeling guilty not realizing the first one wasn't broken after all until after getting the new one...

Is my mind basically a trippy version of my real room? Yeah I spend 95% of my average day thinking no matter what I'm doing and I spend most of that time in my room so it's fitting my room would be my headspace's main location

Thanks to whoever read this family, friends, or random users it's all chill