Infringement of privacy

Isn’t it ridiculous to go to people’s house just to use the computer until hours after midnight? Can you spare a thought for the whole family and not behave like you’re the king or whoever shit?

I hate people looking at my unfinished work, be it an essay or poetry, but that’s not all – especially when people starts using my computer. There, my messenger is logged in, my email account idles, my text files are opened and definitely more things are left around, it’s infringement of privacy. I’m forced to set password to my computer.

I need a room of my own and I’ll lock it to myself.

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