I have realized that with my artistic handicap, I must NOT MESS with the fucking design template. Especially countable hours before my exam. Now my blog looks like white trash and I am still where I was an hour back with studying.
I want to scream.
But I will listen to Layne Staley and descend into the deep depths of hell.


And as Sartre said- Being (becoming) comes from, nothingness. (Till now, I only know the title of the essay I'm about to-hopefully, read) So I can excuse my complete lack of knowledge for tomorrow's paper and be proud to be(only right now because I'm setting off on a highway to hell, remember!?)...nothing.