im zac and im a nice guy if you get past my actions .
i dont approve of smoking, drinking, or drugs .
i cuss a lot more than any one person should have a right to .
i have a pretty good life but i doubt myself on that statement an awful lot and i always am worrying .
get to know me . and if you haven't noticed , i am a big fan of the arts .
oh, and by the way, i like music that is sometimes confused with household appliances.
For some reason this gives me chills everytime I read it:
"i lit a cigarette and spit into the creek. 'you cant just
make me different and then leave,'i said out loud to
her. 'because i was fine before, alaska. i was fine
with just me and last words and school friends, and
you cant just make me different and then die.' for
she had embodied the great perhaps-she had proved to
me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life
for grander maybes, and now shes gone and with her
my faith in perhaps. i could call everything the
colonel said and did'fine'. i could try to pretend
that i didnt care anymore, but it could never be true
again. you cant just make yourself matter and then
die, alaska, because now i am irretrievably different
and im sorry i let you go, but you made the choice.
you left me perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned
labyrinth. and now i dont even know if you chose the
straight and fast way out, if you left me like this
on purpose. and so i never knew you, did i?
i cant remember, because i never knew."
~looking for alaska
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