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Okay, okay, I know. It took me forever to update. I apologise. Wait a second, no I don't. I am not your slave, I have my own free will. Mwahahahahah! I'll move at any pace I damn well feel like. If I want to take to update, than I shall. Understand? No? I guess a month is a bit long to update. It didn't take me a month to update, did it? No wait, that was the amount of time it took for me to finish that Subway sandwich I ordered the other day. Where am I?

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I came across on the internet something interesting one day a few weeks ago. It was titled "The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows". It listed a whole bunch of words for things that otherwise couldn't be explained in one word. For example : Fata organa. It means a flash of real emotion glimpsed in someone sitting across the room, idly locked in the middle of some group conversation, their eyes glinting with vulnerability or quiet anticipation. Anger, fear, lust. A sneak glance into their mind, if you will.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I'm here, I'm here.

Or my personal favourite, directly applying to me now: Mauerbauertraurigkeit. The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like, like friends, loved ones, family.

I believe it wasn't by chance that I came across that website not long ago. In fact, looking back on it now, I'm pretty sure my old English teacher would have categorised it as ironic, judging by my current condition. Er, situation.

I opened my eyes and glanced lazily about, eyes resting on the soft masked face of Louie, laying on a pile of papers near the bed. I was on the floor, spread-eagled on my back, naked. The sickly sweet smell of weed clung to the air, the floor sticky with what smelled like tequila. I sighed and rolled my eyes back to the ceiling. Red letters sprawled across the white paint, angry letter declaring my anger, and scribbled over by black words dripping with my "Obscure Sorrows". I raised my hands above me and looked at the multi-coloured paint spattered over the tan skin.

Next to me, Louie pressed a cold black nose to my cheek, making me jerk my head back in surprise away from the raccoon. He tilted his head quizzically and dropped something on the ground next to me. I turned over and stared at the wad of cash he had dropped next to me, and scratched his head.

Louie was a big baby, lazy as a cat, and gentle as an overstuffed teddy bear. Despite his appearance, Louie was wicked smart, sometimes, I believe, smarter than most people that I know. I found him when he was a baby, when I graduated from college two years ago. Ari hated him, said raccoons were dangerous, wild, and ready to rip your face off the second he got a chance to. Once Louie got fat and slow enough to convince her of his evangelicalism, she stopped grumbling, but always looked for an excuse to "let him escape", but he kept returning. He was my best friend.

I scratched his head again and sat up, picking up the wad of cash off the floor. Puzzled, I snapped the band holding it together and shuffled it in my hands, counting it. There was a little over a thousand bucks altogether, enough to pay the rent, pay the other bills, buy food and other junk I might need. It was a lot more than Kyla's ever given me in the past, and something told me it was the last I'd ever get from my half sister. I've made it clear on several occasions that I didn't want, nor did I need her help. I guess she finally took the hint and left. Maybe for good.

Louie chittered at the door, scratching half-heartedly at the door. I stood up and stretched, eyed moving over to the open window. As if on cue, a flash of blonde hair flitted through the massive swarm of people travelling on the pavement. I walked over and moved the curtain aside so I could see the scene fully, trying to catch a glimpse if the blonde.

The woman reached for her purse, and my heart sank in disappointment when I didn't recognise her. She continued her way down the pavement to a tall office building half a block down. It wasn't Ari, nor was it the Almost-Ari.

Behind me, Louie jerked me back to attention to the still shut door. He chittered angrily at me, shuffling his back legs in a fashion similar to the human Pee-Pee dance. I snickered lightly at the

raccoon and opened the door.

Like a rocket, the coon raced to the bathroom, half closing the door in a hurry with his ringed tail. A faint tinkling sound, followed by a flush, and Louie exited the bathroom, looking slightly pleased with his accomplishment. Yeah, my raccoon is toilet trained.

I walked down the hall of my appointment into the kitchen, passing a seated figure at the table. Ignoring her, I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.

"Did you always walk around naked when Ari was here?"

I opened the carton and took a sip, "Yeah, I did actually. She liked it." I gave Kendra a smirk and took a long draw from the container. She rolled her eyes and took a set a pair of keys onto the table across from her and in front of me.

"Those were hers. Thought I'd drop them off seeing as you weren't exactly coming to work any more to get them yourself." She snapped. She grabbed her purse off the ground and got off the counter stool. She brushed past me and headed for the door. I followed her, opening it before she could with an exaggerated gesture.

She stared at me, looking from my naked self to the empty corridor. "How exactly was there any question to the decision that you would survive and my sister would die?" she stated sarcastically.

I shrugged casually, folding my arms and leaning against the door. "I was wearing a seatbelt, which obviously saved my life, now didn't it?" I mused.

She bared her teeth at me and hissed. "Honestly, I'd rather you had just died, disappeared off the face of the earth and out of my life." She looked around the apartment.

"The house smells like shit, and you walk around the house naked, for Christ's sake, in front of everyone, and that... thing... as a pet. What the hell did my sister see in you?"

I shrugged and threw the now empty juice container toward the bin. I missed. "She must have seen something good enough to want to marry me for it. At least, I'm pretty sure she wanted to marry me." I sighed and placed my hands on my hips.

Kendra snorted and walked out of the door frame. "I never understood you two, but now, I understand that I just didn't get you." she hissed and left, leaving me naked in the door way.

The neighbour across the hall opened the door, carrying a bag of laundry, and froze when he spotted me.

I gave him a look. "What?" I growled. "Can't a body be naked in their own flat?" I shot him a look and reached for the door.

He stared to answer, but I cut him off, shutting the door before he could make a sound.

Louie squeaked, and something in the kitchen fell over. I turned to find him perched in the kitchen in one of the cupboards, holding onto a can of tuna. On the floor, another can had rolled under a stool, dented and scratched in multiple places.

I snatched the can and pulled the tab, exposing the tuna goodness. "Here, you big baby," I crooned, handing him the open can.

He chittered excitedly in reply, immediately burying his snout into the fish. I walked to my room and surveyed the damage.

"Out of booze and drugs, it seems." I commented, kicking aside a few bottles and used blunts. I pulled on a shirt and pants from the dresser and a few tens from Kyla's cash wad.

I grabbed Ari's keys off the table and walked into my flip-flops. "Alright Lou, I'll be back in a bit, okay babe?" He ignored me and I snorted, opening the door.

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