I’ve felt alone. I held back tears as I walked to the car, on the ride home from DaishoCon, but not now. I miss Master and I miss Tim. I miss feeling like I might belong somewhere. Being alone in my room, which seem so silent and, for once, big, is saddening. Wonderful memories were made, as they always are, but I can not help but ache from knowing they are so far away now. And that I am a single person once again; no group, no one to joke with. No random hugs. No cute voices. No boy-with-blue-hair.
Just me in this black box with two bright screens flickering.