I Need A Place Away From Everything

When I was 17 or 18 I had a close friend live with me for a couple of months during one of his early attempts to get away from his abusive mother (he eventually ended up moving in with his grandparents). Before this, there were a zillion times when we spent days straight sleeping over at my house and hanging out (he was one of very, very few people who I've ever been close enough to where I would actually feel recharged when I spent extended periods of time with him, rather than feeling drained). After he moved in with his grandparents, we jumped right back into spending days straight together.

But DURING those two months - god, I would have given almost anything just to have some bloody alone time. That whole experience made me vow that that no matter how close I am to someone, no matter how comfortable we are or how much we enjoy spending time together, I will never, ever, EVER put myself in a living situation where I don't have my own space. Just one room is fine, but I need somewhere where I can be on my own.