Hi Gorgeous Readers, The first time I shared a room with someone was at night-time. It was the worst experience at first. Having someone blasting T.V shows across from you isn't the greatest feeling when you dislike noise. Eventually, you have to suck it up, and deal with it. The next couple of weeks in my home away from home, I got to know the person's male parent. The most down to earth, kind person. I was super formal at first, because if a person is all tatted up, you get scared out of your mind. To find out they're compassionate, and understanding makes you more comfortable around them. I preached about my religion loads. Even though the person couldn't chat much, I still felt connected to them, because they knew what I was going through silently. The person had a cool sensory lava lamp. I used to stare at the colours at night time. or during the day. It made me feel safe and calm. I was in that room until I had a mouth infection. I had to go in a different room...
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