Tomorrow, my brother leaves.
He's moving pretty far. It's like 3 days drive, tho he's leaving by plane. It's a rather early plain, si I'd be smart to go to bed soon, and so I will. Soon.
So my brother is leaving tomorrow, and I'm leaving next saturday. My parents will be all alone the next year. I bet it feels strange, especially since I'm only 16. I mean sure, many other 16 year olds leave home, but I think me leaving was rather sudden. I bet they tought I'd stick around for at least 2 more years.

It's actually rather heartbreaking.
And I feel ... strange, when I think about it.

I haven't been at my best, emotionally, the last couple of days. I've felt ... just ... frustereated. Sad. Lonely. Confused. Angry. Raging.
I had a talk with someone not too long ago. We talked about whether or not we'd be able to kill someone. I'll not go into detail, but it's refreshing to talk to someone who shared the same view of things as I do.

What was I talking about?
Oh yeah.

We're leaving.
We'll be gone from where we used to be.
We'll be away from home.
We're leaving.