I notice hiding places, the literal bane of my existence. Hiding places are where I go when I feel alone, when I feel angry, anxious, and where I go to hide. I like to ball up in a small covered place, to think, hide. I may sound so gloomy right now, but I swear I’m not. I just want to hide from the reality of all the bad in the world and the sadness. I’m not trying to sound or act like I have a sad life. Hiding makes me feel relaxed. When I’m outside, or even inside, I can spot out a hiding place, go to it, check its surroundings, and just, hide. I like to write and draw all my worries, ball them up, and throw them in the trash, I know I sound crazy, but it helps me to not think about all the bad in life. I know, I know, I sound dismal , but I’m not, I’m just saying this because it’s something in my life.