The reason I wish I had my own place. I wish I had my own house so I could have my own garden. And when it rained I would sit in my garden, naked. I’d lay on the grass, eat 2 minute noodles out of the packet, smoke cigarettes and listen to Harry Potter or just the sound of the birds, both as soothing as the other.
And then my house mate would come home and be kind of embarrassed and confronted, but I would act like it was totally normal (even though I was freaking out on the inside) and I would ask if they needed me to cook dinner. And then because I’d acted totally normal, they would be less weird about it and it would kind of be normal and then maybe we could sit in the garden naked together. We could make a thing of it.

This is why I want my own place. Essentially.