Run Away.

Nothing really bothers me as much as my privacy being invaded. And I wish it didn't bother me as much as it does but it does. I try to be as patient as I can when people do invade my space but there is a limit to what I can tolerate. Obviously, I am not perfect, I am far from it and I wish I had more of a threshold when it comes what I can and can't take but sometimes, it's a little too much and it's a little too late for me to stop myself from exploding at those who do invade me that way. I am learning my trade, I am walking my course of pain, shame and embarrassment. I don't intend to identify as Mr. Perfect but I would like to run away, run far away. From everything pretty, humane and warm. To someplace distorted, unidentifiable and unrealistic. I really do wish that.

Love, peace.

An Earthian.