I don't like hearing my own name. There are maybe 2 people who can say my name around me without making me feel uncomfortable but even then I'd rather they didn't use it more than they have to. I've distanced myself from my own name. There's a part of me that doesn't actually recognise it sometimes and evertime someone uses it a small region of my brain is going "who?" Or maybe it's a large region. At first I though that having a nickname would be better but I think I'm just uncomfortable with being named at all. I'd rather not have one
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I know what you mean, about the Uni room. Everything's sort of compact and 'to hand'. Like a perfect layout jsut waiting for you to make it your own. Your Bathroom. Your Bedroom. Get yourself a little fridge, a microwave, a kettle and you'd never have to leave. Right now I'm in my room. And everyone's outside in the sun. But I'm not in the mood to lay about listening to 'ragga' or whatever it is the surfers love. I'd much rather stay in today and flick through webpages, maybe I'll be up for chatting by the time everyone's making dinner.
I find myself enjoyable company right now. Man. *sighs* Miss you pots and pots.
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Everything's sort of compact and 'to hand'. Like a perfect layout jsut waiting for you to make it your own.
Your Bathroom. Your Bedroom. Get yourself a little fridge, a microwave, a kettle and you'd never have to leave.
Right now I'm in my room. And everyone's outside in the sun. But I'm not in the mood to lay about listening to 'ragga' or whatever it is the surfers love. I'd much rather stay in today and flick through webpages, maybe I'll be up for chatting by the time everyone's making dinner.
I find myself enjoyable company right now. Man. *sighs* Miss you pots and pots.
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