Be warned! It's vent!
Current mood:  apathetic

I am afraid of future. I want to run away so badly and it is kind of selfish 'cause my mother is anything but bad. I want to build my own home. yeah, a lot of stories teach us that home is where people you love are or somewhere where you are, but for me it is not all the way true. i want to make it a material place, a haven for my friends, a bed for my lovers, a safe place full of calmness of a wild, a place to return to after trevels, after work, after night out, after sun demise, after everything. so, if you see a little (or not so little) cabin (or house) in the woods with garden that is slightly disheveled, twisted and thorny, with three chikens walking around, know that it can be me. knock at the door.