Crowded Room

There’s something quite soothing about confined spaces; inside closets, under desks. I think it’s the feeling that nobody can hurt you – after all nobody else can join you because you take up all the room. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to be with other people.

It feels almost suffocating being under other’s observation, so if I ever shy away from spending time with you, it doesn’t mean there’s something wrong. I just need some time alone and I wish you’d understand that because every time you freak out about me not wanting to see you, it makes me want to kill you! Or at least punch you. In fact, if you’d let me do that, I’d be willing to see you more after all.

And stop hugging me so hard it hurts or I’ll kick you in the shins.


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