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My parents finally sold their house. The house I was raised in. The only house I have ever been able to call "Home". I don't know how to describe how I feel right now. I'm happy for them, but I feel so... empty.
Ooh! I know! You know that feeling you get when you've eaten at a funny-smelling all-you-can-eat buffet on Seafood Night but the shrimp is kinda cold and the crab legs are kinda warm but you eat too much anyways and then you wind up getting up at 3:47 in the morning half asleep so you can sit on the toilet with the worst stomach cramps of your entire life but then you start pooping and it's like one long solid turd that comes out like soft-serve ice cream? Then it all just kinda stops, and you just sit there. You're shocked. You don't want to move. You just feel... empty and scared. That's how I feel.
I just found out a few minutes ago about this. it's all just hitting me *now*.
The biggest hit is Christmas. That magical livingroom where I found my first Big Wheel, my BattleStar Galactica Viper Launcher Playset, my Empire Strikes Back Snow Speeder and Sears Exlusive 6-pack of Empire Strikes Back Action Figure Set, my first bike with the bananna seat, heck even my DVD player... 26 of the 28 Christmas mornings of my entire life that I can remember were spent on that livingroom floor... from the year that my Dad made me a train set out of wood all the way up to the very first Christmas I ever got to spend with the love of my life, Crystal... and now never again.
Geez this sucks!
Ooh! I know! You know that feeling you get when you've eaten at a funny-smelling all-you-can-eat buffet on Seafood Night but the shrimp is kinda cold and the crab legs are kinda warm but you eat too much anyways and then you wind up getting up at 3:47 in the morning half asleep so you can sit on the toilet with the worst stomach cramps of your entire life but then you start pooping and it's like one long solid turd that comes out like soft-serve ice cream? Then it all just kinda stops, and you just sit there. You're shocked. You don't want to move. You just feel... empty and scared. That's how I feel.
I just found out a few minutes ago about this. it's all just hitting me *now*.
The biggest hit is Christmas. That magical livingroom where I found my first Big Wheel, my BattleStar Galactica Viper Launcher Playset, my Empire Strikes Back Snow Speeder and Sears Exlusive 6-pack of Empire Strikes Back Action Figure Set, my first bike with the bananna seat, heck even my DVD player... 26 of the 28 Christmas mornings of my entire life that I can remember were spent on that livingroom floor... from the year that my Dad made me a train set out of wood all the way up to the very first Christmas I ever got to spend with the love of my life, Crystal... and now never again.
Geez this sucks!
