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Man.

I'm tired.

I give up.

I've been trying to figure out the way Gaia profile coding works. And I just can't.

I KNOW how to use CSS, and I've made webpages with it in the past. But Gaia's coding is just way fubar.

And the only tutorials/instructions I can find on it are code pages in forums that just type the code, not EXPLAIN how it works.

I need to understand WHY my coding is broken where it is, why my images don't fit/appear, and why colors change where they are when I don't want them too. Just showing me several lines of stuff isn't cutting it.

So whatever. I'm not going to touch it for awhile.

We're quickly approaching my two year mark on Gaia.

And the two year mark of my life making a huge change.
All in all.. I'm glad for it. Very much so.
It's good to have things go for the better, for once.

Note: No matter how much you think you trust someone on Gaia..
..do NOT lend them your things if you take a break.
You'll never get them back, y'know.
Pixels mean so much to people.
Fake gold, even more.

I have made poutine. -Good- poutine.

I am more godly than I had previously thought.

By the time you read this, you still won't understand.
Oh, I'm sure you'll try. And you'll roll your eyes, so sure that it's all nonsense.
The always do, you know.
Makes them feel big, I think.

It's not like it's something I haven't gotten used to.
Being taken for granted, that is.
But I continued to be the gracious one. I don't know why.
It definitely didn't make me feel big, I promise.

When you thought my dreams were worthless.
And that my efforts were wasted. Even the ones for you.
When you only take the time to speak to me because you've got something to b***h about.
I kept on pretending to care. That's my fault.

I've had to live through more than you'll ever see.
Your worst nightmares are the common landscape in my mind.
And your highest hopes are little more than stepping stones, in my eyes.
I'm more than you can possibly comprehend.

Is that why you keep flauting your affections?
Or insisting we're meant to be?
I know we're not more than friends.
I don't even really like you, you know.

Still think you've got a way to get in?
As if something you might say could change my mind.
It'd almost be amusing, if you weren't so pathetic.
But your pain? It means so little to me.