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Never-ending knocks on the door. One after another, they knock: some softly, hesitantly. Some gently. Some as if they'd like to break the door down. I may be sleeping, or typing, or studying, but they come in anyway. Barge in. Some don't care for privacy. Some don't think I deserve my space. Some are welcomed with open arms and broad smiles. Many simply want something. Many don't care. The one time I ignore the door, and I automatically become a bitch in the eyes of many. I didn't realize asking for space was against the rules.
I doze off, and there's a knock on the door. God's fucking with me, isn't He?

It's a hellhole made bearable by friends.

Currently listening to: Cake's I Will Survive
Current emotion: tired
Random observation: I can't stop rambling. I need to air out. Could someone just listen?