I am 27 years old, today. 24 feels like it was yesterday, but 26 feels like it was a million years ago. I don't know how to explain that. If my 10-year old self could see me now, he'd be pretty fucking disappointed. I'm not half the man I thought I'd be at this point.
I've got a roof, a birth family, some cats, a vanilla coke and a crunch bar. An online pal sent me a hilariously retarded picture as a gift. A couple of people remembered the date, and I ordered the entire Mass Effect trilogy online, used for $20, so I wouldn't have to give the retards at EA and BioWare any money.
I could do worse. I don't mean to be ungrateful. But I don't really care about much or feel good about anything anymore. And my birthday matters to me a lot less than my best friend's, anyway. And I'm going to miss hers again. And I'll miss it next year, and the year after that. I lost a big war against myself a long time ago, and that's the cost
After I'm finished Round 1 of , I'm going to write two small pieces of fan fiction.
An alternate ending and an alternate beginning. I dunno, just something that's been on my mind lately.
Fuck I'm tired