Pitter patter, pitter patter.

The rain drips from the rooftop, down my window and finally off to the ground, finally fed to earth. All I could think is my little brother. His cries. His laughter. His never-ending silly question. All I could think is how someone so angelic such as him was taken away from me, forever. I always came back, expecting a laughter from him. Always hearing him saying, "Sis! You're so slow, I already ate your porridge!". Always trying to steal my lunch. Now, I have no one to fight with. No one to quarrel over our portions of food.

"Sis, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll be good and wait for you. I'll wait at the Gates of Paradise. We'll go in together. Always waiting for you. I miss you. I love you. I'll always look out for you."

I'm feeling all sentimental again. Fucking piece of shit. I never cease to amaze myself with the loadful of swears and curses but it never seems to cease. I'm awesome that way, flu pays me a visit. Actually paid to visit me. I know. I'm lame.

On the other note, I can't update my idiotic phone at all because I'm using my laptop, not my computer. Because computer is gay, it's beyond help.