Dear Reader,
I wish to own a house, an apartment or at least a small cozy place which belonged solely to me.
I long for a place which only belongs to me, I can do whatever I want with it. Put three dustbins around the house, throw my clothes wherever I want, finding peace in the mess. No longer would there be a nagging, controlling evil voice behind me telling me to do this or that. It would be my own empire where every object holds my essence. There would be peace, it would not be lonely but rather comforting.
A place where I can return to and embrace its warmth and coziness. I can cook whatever I want, making a mess of everything. There would no other person's rules in my space. I would be the queen to my small kingdom. I'm trying to sound aesthetic, but no one other than those confined to the homes of certain people would understand me. All my life, I have been looking for someone to validate my pain whether it be mental or physical.
I hope whoever reads this in the future finds their own version of peace.
