Pissed.

I can't wait to get a space of my own.

A house.

Where everything is just the way I want it to be.

Where things are placed in places that are 'supposed to be' in.

Away from structural damage, and away of the mood swings where I have to put up with so much rubbish. (Literal rubbish)

A space that I can call my own, and have everything just the way I want it to be.

Where house chores wouldn't even be a wee bit burdening.

A place where I can find peace.

And not try to make one.

A place that is just simple..not too complicated..

Well it doesn't sound so impossible, isn't it???

Then why does it feel so impossible to attain it here at home?????????