where doors stay open, always, unless you`re on the phone.
I`ve always been one to close my door, separate myself from the rest of the house, keep my privacy. This open-door thing is rattling me. I feel exposed, unsafe, like nothing belongs to me. Lately I`ve been feeling like people are poking their sticky fingertips all over me and through my stuff, pawing through my feelings and leaving grease marks all over my life. Clawing at me. I need to cut myself off once in a while. I need my own life, my own room, my own privacy, my own things!
It`s freaking me out.
