November 04, 2002 - 9:12 a.m. Well, it’s been a while hasn’t it. My layout for now is this. As I updated before, I am working on my final layout as you read this. Nice, huh? Simple, yet productive. And yes the links are correct. I decided to go with a grungy/graffiti theme with this one and I thought the text would add to the style. Hell it’s my site, why can’t I use it the way I want to? So what has gone on in my life since my last update? Not too much and it's not like too many care as it is! As you all know I bought a car. I love it to death, besides the fact that I’m afraid it’s in need of a tune up, and a new muffler. But besides that I’m really happy with it. I know everyone is tired of hearing about my goddamn car, but hey it means a lot to me. My status with people has changed drastically. Shaun and I have become better friends then ever. And thanks to his advice, I have avoided many possible bad decisions lately. I come back, Opening the Gates of Hell with this entry. Troy and I started talking again, nothing really new there. I have dropped back from society only to find out that it isn’t going to work. I have sunk into a deep depression as of late. Within the past two months I have lost all self-confidence and motivation to do anything anymore. What I used to love in life seems to be nothing anymore, those simple things that you enjoy. I feel as though I am drifting within my own Hell I have created somehow. My depression has really screwed me up mentally. I don’t understand myself anymore. I expect no one to understand, because I do not understand the nature of my own existence in this Hell. The Gates of Hell open once more, maybe one last chance at redemption. My solitary confinement here is only so that I do not hurt anyone else. I have hurt too many before. I hope you all understand that. Well, until I update again, this is Vash signing off. **From Management** The intention of this entry is not for a pity party, or a violin playing a sad sorry song with a tear rolling down the crowd's faces. There is no desire for pity; I yearn for no sorrow from anyone. What I express here today is my own hell, and I merely am explaining it. **End Management Transmission**
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