I haven't written on this thing in a really long time. It seemed like I didn't really have anything to say. Life just went on. Things changed, people were always missing, and places seemed different. I feel like everything around me brang memories back. Even the smallest detail in a gift shop in barcelona, or a lighter, or postcards, or parks where we would sit down and chill with the people we care about. And it's not like I don't have any of that anymore, because I do. But I'm missing lot's of things. And I guess things couldn't go that well for too long. Everything seemed too fine lately. And i guess I'm having a breakdown now. And school isn't helping at all.

A Man From Argentina / Billy the Vision and The Dancers