My life is strange....er

I don’t quite know what’s going on anymore. I tried to be civil but…it didn’t work. I don’t like being a harsh person, really I don’t but around my ‘family’ (frustrated sigh) whatever. The other day was simply horrid. I don’t really want to talk about it all that much. I’d like to speak with nii-chan soon. I miss him…Another person I miss is Atemu. I’ll have to give him a call. I don’t know why I lost it so horribly but I did and there’s no coming back from it. If Seto wants to play that game…we’ll play.

This morning was rather odd. I felt a bit fatigued but by lunch I was fine again. I was left a note in the lobby and the same woman from my arrival was kind enough to give it to me upon seeing me. It was…well I don’t know how to describe it. First off it was a mix of at least 20 different languages that took me an hour to decipher and upon deciphering it the letter still made little to no sense. It was full of twists and it didn’t stay on one topic for to long, maybe a sentence or two. I don’t know who wrote it but…the note is worrisome to say the least. It spoke of how I had gotten back, but vaguely. It started out by saying I had been brought back and in the next sentence spoke of many recent years of progress finally paying off. It then hoped to Mokuba and Seto asking if they were doing well then if I had spoken to them. Next the note brought up the issue of whether or not I was fitting in and comfortable. Then it rambled on for three non-sensical lines about the cost of my return. The figures were added wrong and the price seemed outrageous but then again I don’t know the going rate for a body so I shrug that bit off. Following talk of price was a 16 line rant on duel monsters. It was like the writer was trying to explain the game to a beginner. Finally the note spoke of Atemu. The writer spoke of Atemu’s carrier. How Atemu was a star and a treasure. The writer spoke of all the clothing to all Atemu’s latest shows. He then praised Mokuba on the designs and informed me that he’d send another note soon. There was no signature. There were no finger prints on the letter. I am still quite miffed.

My stomach has been killing me…I think I’ll go lay down.