I'm about to ramble and sound very weird.
I have nowhere to rant to.
Tumblr is off limits.
Facebook has too many people I don't really care for.
QA is off limits.
And my dairy is awkward to write in.
So here goes nothing!
You know that feeling where you really SHOULD be surprised when you find something out about someone, but you aren't. Like when your friend tells you that they are gay, or when you find out that someone likes you. You should be, but you aren't. Because you have suspected it for a very long time.
For once, I want to be surprised, I want to be heartbroken.
But I can't.
And I'm not.
I really need to start writing again. At least the people I write are honest as to who they are with me.