I stay in my room for a reason.
My room is where I feel the most comfortable. It’s where I feel safe. No one judges me in there. As soon as I leave my room, shit happens, I get yelled at and jumped on or something and I retreat. Whenever I stay over people’s houses, they always have to make me come out of their rooms. I feel like a target for questions and judgment. I think the only house I’ve been at that I feel comfortable at outside the room is Audrey’s house. Can’t really explain why. Maybe because there’s a baby there? Takes the attention off me? I really don’t know. But for now, I’ll be in my room.