I like listening to deaf people laughing. I don't know why, there's something comforting in it. I don't really have anything to write about, but then again, do I ever? I just thought about it all last night, and I figured I'd write about it. It keeps me going to just ramble sometimes; it's healthy.
No, I remember how I felt now, I remember what it was I really should write about.
Last night I realizes who I was here. I realized that I don't really serve any end. That sounds harsh. Let me say, I am me, and everyone else is everyone else. Things happen, but I'm just off to the side, apart from it. It's ... frustrating, being so removed from things, yet watching them happen and not know what to make of it. I've had to learn to be indifferent, but last night, it got to be more frustrating than I could handle. I don't like how it is; I hate it. I hate being on the outside of things. I don't expect people to be immediately wonderful to me, but... it's difficult. Such a big change at my age... I don't know, I think I'm glad it happened now and not later; I don't know how I would have dealt with it if I was older.
On another note, Shad sent me a message that said he missed me a lot several days ago; then he sent me a message that said the same thing, and that if I was ever to go home, he needed a room-mate. Strange, I haven't told anyone. I asked him what was going on, and he sent me a message about it, and then I explained to him, in a way, what was happening, and asked him not to tell anyone, but I don't think that it's going to stay secret for long. I hate the thought of telling people, but I don't think I have a choice, now... Bah.
I've got things to do.
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