i need space. i love it. it conforts me. it gives me altered strength. space gives me permission to become psychotic, hateful. creative.
i bump into everything because my mind makes me think all this space is just my space...not my space, my space...Reina's space.
i hate my space.
late nights give me much opportunity to be in a space known only to me.
i hate evenings when everyone comes home. now its THEIR space.
i am single because of space.