PEACE
I gather from my mind that what really pissed Julia off could infact be that I actually wasn't the guy she tried so hard to pin me as, and because of this she got caught off guard and lost her balance. The guys she is apparently used to are also the guys she has been used to controlling. Adios. I need to trip out of here. The seasonal depression is settling in with the dust.
LOVE - Tristan
PS-and I had a dream that Jeff Buckley came into a gymnasium I was in and plugged in his guitar. He noodled around before playing Hallelujah and walking out. I followed him out and watched him disappear into the rain mist, or into a van. I also remember Dashboard Confessional playing in the outer ring of the ACC at some point of my dream. Lots of music, but the Buckley act was mystical because I wouldn't acknowledge that he was dead. I woke up hungover. I'm listening to Dashboard Confessional now, what a thing. I think I burned this off of my old PL, Drew. I got all my Hayden from him too. Not the tool I was quick to assume him to be. I miss the schedules on the wall, so full of activity and sunlight and fresh air. Now I am trapped in a cave watching the days pass overhead from ground-level windows. These entries seem to be getting moodier and moodier. I am so good at pulling out the inner drama, but I do hope it fucking passes with the year. LOVELOVELOVE!
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