hellsteve

My Secret place has been violated.

...and no it's not what you're thinking.

If it were I wouldn't be compaining. Let me explain.


You see, I live with family (No. I do not live with my parents, thanks.)

I was planning on moving out sooner as opposed to later, but due to the
current economic climate, I think it's better for all
parties if I just chill out for a while and build up my savings a bit
before I move out.

Anyway, that was way too much info & not really important.

Basically, I currently live in a house that comes with a
large selection of aunts/cousins to choose from.

I hate it.

Yes I do have my own room, and although it affords me a certain amount
of privacy, it's nothing like the comfort of having my own place.

My secret place...

My secret place is not on my anatomy, it is not in my mind.
My secret place is a place where I go to not be bothered by anyone I know.

My secret place was called the laundry mat (lame, pathetic and sad I know)

But usually once a week I go to a local laundry-mat that no one goes to,
I take a book or a stack of comics, my Ipod, a pack of smokes, ditch my cell at home,
and I just chill and do my laundry.

Currently, this is the closest thing I have to heaven on earth.
(yeah I know, I hate my life too.)


Anyway, yesterday I went to the laundry-mat and I was met by cousin's wife.
Apparently, she feels more comfortable going to the laundry-mat when I can go with her.

Fuck.

I'm in hell.

Everything I love is always ripped violently out of my hands.

Everthing I hate perpetuates forward with all the grace of an elephant seal on dry land.

Fuck.

P.S. Still sick thanks for askin'