At Dad's
I'm not entirely sure if I can handle being here anymore. I have this feeling of dread, somewhere in the back of my mind, telling me "this place has changed". I try so hard to reclaim the feeling this house once gave me: I smoke cigarettes, drink tea, play megaman, blast Alkaline Trio, but it doesn't help. It still feels changed. I want to go back to when this place had a fucking meaning. I remember, atleast I think I do, that I used to fucking love this place: there was a feel I got that couldn't ever be erased, a giddy feeling. A feeling of...I'm here, smoking cigs, using a computer, happy as hell, oblivious to the world around me, playing DDR, shit like that.
It's officially gone.
It's officially gone.