Floating.... Just floating in dead air... So dry, yet painstakingly wet. Freezing cold, but steaming hot. Everything is up, everything is down... Nothing is right. Everything is wrong. Or is it the other way around? My name is - or was - Lo Tristan. I died one year ago. How I died will be revealed in every few entries or so... I got lonely, so I made this dairy. It's not going to be any sort of story, just some random thoughts I wanted to write about. Ooooohhhhh, so alone, so far away................

"Just leave me alone. Go fuck yourself or something." "Please, Savannah. I know a lot has changed these past three years that you've forgotten." "What, like getting famous? Becoming the girlfriend of my worst enemy? Just admit this is a prank." "Trust me, it's not."