i am hanging on every word you say @ 5:42 p.m. on 11.30.2002

I know I messed up. And now it's like 2 people become strangers with this tension in the air you can rip apart and look inside its vacuous layers. How does that happen so quickly? How long does it last?

This weekend holiday has been horrible. Not only have I not done one progressive thing, I haven't had any type of good communication with anyone, having had something good come out of it whether it be feeling or otherwise. What a horrible holiday. Who the fuck cares about Thanksgiving anyway? Fuck, all I care about is not going to HELL (school, of course) for a good 2 days. It's Saturday evening, the sun has set already, and my day is ending. Options running out, no one to count on right now... What a waste of oxygen I have been for so long. So much for trying to make the best of everything.

Thanks to xstaraboveme's beautiful and yummy layout of none other than The Used, I have started (or, well, attempted to start) a layout featuring Quinn from The Used. I have it pretty much set up, just really basic and simple. But I won't use it for a long time. Needs a lot of work. And damn laptops fuck up layouts like hell. Especially that one... so there's a lot of work needed to be done, but I'm proud because I spent a couple hours with nothing better to do yesterday and set it up all on my own and I have never done that in my life. So I guess that's something cool...



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