Ever a roar, that none can hear.

Having lived here most my life, I truly appreciate my family, especially my parents. However, the fact that I am 20 and am still here gnaws away at my stomache night and day. I dream of leaving, of finding a place to call my own. I've decided patience is not, after all, one of my strong suites, but there is little I can do to help that. Pity.

I think I'm getting pretty close to hating my life, and it's simply because I don't have as much freedom as I want. What does that say about me? I suppose that I am human, and a rather silly one at that. Phooie.

Have had time recently to think about a gaem my brother wants me to write. I've developed a basic battle system that I think is rather nifty. As always, we shall have to wait and see what will become of this.

I'm hungry!