Rose

Any normal thinking person would have thought it a terrible idea to open the door to a stranger by one in the morning, but as I have always liked to point out to my late parents or to anyone who cared enough to listen, I wasn’t normal.

For as long as I can remember I have felt like I am just a being that is currently being trapped in this vessel I call a body.

It might sound weird to you, or anyone else especially my friends but that is the least of my worries. The top of the list is that I am yet to answer the question of who I am and what my purpose of existence is.

Until I figure that out, I am going to continue to be my scared and immensely flawed self.

Now back to the case in point. The stranger was currently in my hallway, even though it is six in the morning and I had successfully managed to slam the door in his face at around 1:30 in a sneaky attempt to get a good night's sleep.

That might have been a tad bit rude of me, but in my defense, I was exhausted from spending time wi