The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
This is my room...
And it's supposed to be all cleared out next week? Okay, I really don't think this will happen, but I am determined to at least be able to walk to my door without the fear of tripping by tomorrow night.