Therapy, I guess.

It's strange how you think you'd get more privacy as you grow up. Isn't that what teenagers scream at their parents? "You don't give me enough privacy!" It seems like privacy is scarce findings right now for me. I can't quite have a room to myself to just listen to silence. I didn't have to take a roll of toilet paper in and out every time I went to the bathroom. I can't enjoy my guilty pleasures without worrying that someone else is bored by the food channel. People say it all the time: things are simpler back then, and it's not like I didn't appreciate it "back then". I just miss it a lot now.

I've decided I'm going to blog more. It's a way for me to complain about things people wouldn't really want to hear about in real life. I'll be able to do so more often now because I get at least 3 hours of quiet to myself every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It will be nice. Like right now, I steeped myself some lemongrass and spearmint tea, which did not turn out to taste very good. But it's okay. I enjoy the peace.