I hate that I'm homeless, I mean a house IS NOT a home, especially not this one. I hate how little this house is, there's no where for ME to put MY stuff. I have boxed up essentials & unnecessary stuff unpacked. I am not at liberty to paint or nail a hole in the wall. I can't buy a shelf or a dresser. I am depressed. I NEED to escape. Creatively. Freely. Uniquely.
Tale of 2 Fish, One Ponds