My desk perfectly describes me. Nothing about it is for any reason out of place. Papers that have been accumulated of the months lay in a neat pile next to my books. My books are lined in height order, with the big schoolbooks on the far left and the smaller fantasy books on the right. My bulletin board portrays schedules and instructions and nothing more. My life is only that, things I must do and thing I wish I could do. Wants and emotional desires have been eliminated to make room for eve