Hermit days

I wish to not exist. I hope for home one day by the sea in a bungalow estate where I can do as I please without surrounding glares. I will change my name and will become a hermit. I could live by the sea. I'd keep my jewelry so as to remind myself of what I left behind. I would have a broom closet of sorts to the side and I would store it all in there. In buckets labeled "past" and when I felt nostalgic I'd sit in that closet with the switch turned to "off". With a mere flash light to which I would shine on the rubies, sapphires, and diamonds. The glimmering beauties would remind me of the things to which I hate and I will then be able to never look back.