How can I come on when I know I'm guilty?
Sometimes I want to leave everything behind and become a hermit, if only for some peace and quiet. Living with my father is great, but it's hard to be left alone sometimes. He hums, he sings, he practices for Saturday. He has a strong voice, and there's no reason he shouldn't be proud of it. It's just that the walls are paper-thin and my ears are sensitive, so when I wake up too early and hear him going at it, nothing will let me get back to sleep easily. Even wrapping a pillow around my head doesn't muffle the sound completely, so I'm lying in bed, still unable to get back to sleep and now unable to lose heat through my head. Living alone would solve one problem but introduce others, mostly along the "saving money" line. So I take it and do my best to realize it's not that bad. Because it's not.
Still, I need a break. And so it's a good thing he's going on a trip, leaving me here alone for two weeks or so. And I've given myself the birthday present of visiting Sis (and a certain few people in a certain big city), which will let me get away from this life if only for a long weekend.
On a completely unrelated note, I learned about history by buying mustard.
Still, I need a break. And so it's a good thing he's going on a trip, leaving me here alone for two weeks or so. And I've given myself the birthday present of visiting Sis (and a certain few people in a certain big city), which will let me get away from this life if only for a long weekend.
On a completely unrelated note, I learned about history by buying mustard.