Today has left a little sore spot in my heart. I got together with my ex that I still love for dinner tonight. She's so god damn beautiful. We had a nice meal and conversation, and went our seperate ways. Before we left, I took a picture of us together with my polaroid. It's the only picture I'm going to be bringing with me. When I asked for a picture, she said she thought I was leaving to forget about this place, and her. In part, she's right. Sometimes I wish I could forget about her, but I know I never will. I've been fighting crying all day today. Seeing her always turns me into a train wreck. I just hope I can find love when I move. I'm sure in an area much more populated and culturally diverse than this one that I'll be able to find someone. I've been listening to The Lost Patrol a bunch over the last few days. It's Denis from refused/T(I)NC's little singer/songwriter project that he did after the fallout between him and his woman. The power of it is amazing. Simple accoustic songs that can just carry an emotion so well that you feel the pain. I think I'm a mental masochist, because I have a very bad habit of lingering in depression. Like having the pain is almost better than having the girl.
I hung out with Emo for a bit after that and then with my bandmates. We're going to hit the studio again tomorrow to try to come up with a few finished products.
My dad is reasearching Austin like he's the one moving there. I got home tonight and he was telling me all about what he had read. Even though they really don't want me to leave, they're still very supportive.
I hung out with Emo for a bit after that and then with my bandmates. We're going to hit the studio again tomorrow to try to come up with a few finished products.
My dad is reasearching Austin like he's the one moving there. I got home tonight and he was telling me all about what he had read. Even though they really don't want me to leave, they're still very supportive.
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