You speak to me through hidden avenues of ambiguous intentions, yet for each thought you paint through the words that flow across in lines, I can feel the frustration (or perhaps, is it slight anger?), which rings in my mind when the bold admissions of honesty are subtlety transferred my way.
But...at what age is it "appropriate" to stop having roommates? I mean, I can understand if you're single, yada, yada, yada, but... Being 30+ years old and living with 2 or more people? That just screams something at me.