There is a perfectly sunny and gay place, where dogs are barking, passing by cars play "You don't fool me" at a relatively high volume and food tastes better than anywhere else. Nothing can possibly be annoying, everything feels right and my loads of anxiety just vanished into thin air. Yes, this place exists and it's home, sweet home, from which I run away thousands of time, but it's the only place that can possibly soothe me like this; stress was not invented here, not quite yet.
