Last night in my father's house.

I feel so stupid, but uh, it's just sinking in that I'll probably never be in this house again.
Now if you don't mind, I am going to ramble on about pleasant memories from this house. You're not expected to read this, y'know. I'm just gonna leave this here so I can come back and read this later and create an ocean of tears surrounding me. Yep.

Oh dear. I love this house a ridiculous amount. So many nice memories here, but things that don't sound nice to anyone but me, I think. So much time spent with my brother or alone. So much time spent on the internet here. During my lovely online-gamer phase I'm pretty sure I spent about 16 hours a day at the computer downstairs. Oh ridiculous 13 year old Camille. That was nice though. I don't even know how to explain how that was nice but it was. Weird. I feel so distressed because I was so genuinely happy at that time in my life, which is weird because I was barely sleeping and I didn't leave the house on the weekend and talked to people online all day. I faked some sort of intense sickness whilst I was at my dad's every Friday so I didn't have to go to school and I could be on the internet all day. So strange. And there were those nights I spent talking to Brad for like 6 hours straight about nothing in particular, until like 5am. Then I'd wake up at like 8 and keep talking to him. But so constantly happy. I've never ever written down this before. I feel really strange.
But aside from my strange long period of literally living on the internet, there were nice things that actually happened in this house. Like when I wasn't playing games n' such, and my brother and I were particularly close and we just watched channel V and MTV and Max (HA THE IRONY BECAUSE THAT'S HIS NAME HA HA) and just laughed hysterically at various music videos and developed a love for Van Halen and Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Offspring. Oh my god. That Max channel is the best thing in the world. They have this 'Party Max' thing which is seriously just a loop of Elton John, Beyonce, random soul singers and the occasional Radiohead song, along with all these lovely 80s hits and it's seriously the best thing and I feel so sad thinking about it because I like, am so not close with my brother anymore. That depresses me a bit.
Also there was that fun time in the midst of all this where I was so into drawing and I would do digital drawings that took like 8 hours of my time and I had so much pride in them and djkhfsljkhalfk oh my god the effort I put into stuff back then kind of astonishes me. Non-existent God knows how I managed to make time each weekend to do all of that. But yeah.
I feel sad. I want to be 12/13/14-sort-of again. I mean not really but yeah. Those were nice times. Really nice times. Lolohgod I've rambled on so much. I am going to miss this house like fuck, but oh well. New house is lovely. IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING SMALL I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING but oh well. Oh. Well.

In other news, I have this hatred for school and yeah. This blog is making me sound more miserable than I am ! I'm drawing digital things right now and I feel a bit pleased because I haven't drawn things well on the computer for ages, n'yeah, this is pleasing.
Alright then. Back to reading some more fanfic for a bit.
This blog is much too long.