"I hate you. I could have made it these past few years without you. Totally." April 21, 2011

I don't have a topic today, I'm sorry. But it's 11:11 and I have headache. But sometime this week I'll being doing a review of Portal 2, so all my gamers can look forward to that. Sorry for this being so blarg. I'll make up for it tomorrow.

Here, have a short story:

Here was never home for me. The clank of my older sister’s heels was not the soundtrack of my life and the coos of the birds outside were not my alarm clock. I’d been here three days and I missed the city. I missed the noise, the lights, and the familiar sounds of dancer’s feet above my head. There’s still room in my two bedroom apartment, but that empty space is more of a home than this. Cook books lined the walls of the kitchen, but they were no replacement for the fiction that filled my shelves at home.

                This has never been security. This has never been safety and acceptance. This has never been home. But maybe I’ll have to learn to accept that.

Mood: Meh
Listening to: Nothing, actually
Last thing I ate: Ramen with soy sauce
Last thing I drank: Good, old water
Currently reading: ... I really need something to read.