Quite a lot has changed since then. It's July now and I'm out of school, waiting for my results after my birthday to see if I get into sixth form.
Time seems to be moving so fast, even though many of my days have been spent doing little to nothing, complaining about how bored I am. I have done actual not-so-boring things, of course, but I have more free time than I know what to do with.
I'm happier now. This is a fact. A few months ago I didn't think I'd be like this at all, but things have changed how I thought they never would and it has improved how I've felt dramatically.
Also, I discovered minecraft in March. It's awesome.
I've gotten into PC gaming quite a lot, too, but due to my shit computer I haven't been able to play much. I'll be getting a new laptop for my birthday, though, which'll be good. I hope.
Unfortunately I haven't written properly in a while, though. My urge to write has risen a bit lately, but I've not been coming up with enough things that I'm content with just yet. I have been sort of trying to write something new but ideas are still floating around.
That's about the extent of how much I can write and be content with it, hah.
He didn't know where he was going, but something told him he had to go- even if meant he'd end up lost.
There was an aching in his lungs, not from the cigarette smoke that polluted his body and fed his bloodstream, but from being in a city he'd learnt to despise. A city that was making him erode and rust away at the edges and it made him frightened that one day he'd fade away.
It hurt to breathe and there a raw ache to leave. He felt like his ribs were about crack and his lungs about to collapse until he was a living corpse with nowhere to go.
Takanori didn't want that.
I'll just keep trying, I guess.
