my place.
i just want to be able to ask anyone, whenever i'd like: "want to come over to my place? we could listen to records, drink a glass of wine, smoke, and have conversation." i am in tears over this. i want a small place, with abundant bookcases, and i don't care if it has a musty type of bathroom with no windows even, half a bath, leaky faucets, i don't care. i just don't want here, now. so frustrated, so insignificant on a sea of misery.