Small, But Not Terrible

My room is cramped, I always feel like the furniture is too big for the room. The walls are colored suicide white. I'm not allowed to paint it because I live under the university dorm. I believe I have the smallest single room in the building. Imagine this, I share a communal bathroom with fifty other people. I do wish for a reserved space where I can just throw all my art supplies on the ground and start drawing. I'm too obsessive compulsive to just splatter junk on the floor. I try to keep it neat as possible, so I can be more organize and try to find things easily. I have live here for two years now, it's my comfort and joy. When I get inside my room, everything shuts down and it makes me feel relaxed. It might sound like the worst possible situation to be in a single room with towering furniture, somehow I got used to it.