Jul 10, 2005 23:37
You know something's wrong when you're sitting around at home and think, "I want to go home."
Sometimes I think of my room as "home". You know, on the way back from the bathroom or so. It's rather frightening. I spend way too much time in here. You'd think that the rest of the house is only where my mother and my siblings live.
I'm quite fond of the basement though. It's quiet down there, and the best thing about it is that you can't hear anyone calling your name - and even if I do, I don't have to reply because I know that they wouldn't hear me. Being in the basement is a good excuse for not doing things, too.
I don't want to hear my own name anymore, I've come to associate the sound of it with unpleasant things. Don't like it much, either. Rena is a nice name, if I ever get into a situation where I have to choose a name for myself, I'll take that one. It's the main character of a German book, actually ... I don't remember the title. Rena was quite the boring person, but I've always liked the name. It's also kind of international, easily pronouncable, unlike mine.
Whatever the hell am I talking about?