People coming to my flat scares me. There isn't anything wrong with it, it is clean and tidy and decorated fairly nice but it's my secret place. No one can come here. No one has visited since before June. Even family know I am uncomfortable about this. When I come home I can finally be alone and at peace, I despise leaving and I adore coming home. Mike is coming tonight as he needs somewhere to stay after a party, so my fear of drunk people and people coming to my home are all coming to head. Great.
















