I was dope up on Valium this morning, then dreamt I was a pretty princess in a regal red bed... I rolled over and fell off the couch.

Sorry for being passive agressive. I shouldn't have said that.
But some things call for being passive agressive because that's the only way you'll get it, Rachel. If I come right out and say it you wonder what's the matter. They're more important this time. Bonnaroo was something "we" wanted to do. But you didn't make any effort. But now that you have new, more important friends, you are going to go this y ear, and you are making the most effort that you can. And I hate you.

How's that for passive agressive?

you bore me.

tonight i performed some poetry and some music. the crowd just kind of looked at me. i felt like a big nothing. i was nothing. especially compared to the other guitarists... they were entertaining and accepted because their music was so... how do I say... they all fit the same pompous indie-fuck genre. they were all trying to be deep. i was trying to be poetic. i know it may sound like i'm trying to make myself feel better, but really, i know i felt like nothing. and in that moment in time, i was.

sometimes unfortunately.

life is in shambles. i have no creative outlet. none. poems suck now. songs have no life. most of them are just me singing "ahhhhhHHHHhhhh"

it seems that you have become more stupid since you left me. but if you're happy and having fun, it's all good.
and i think you considered me your girlfriend, so when i hugged him you got so territorial that you stopped talking to me. and for that, i would like to stick something with lots of splinters in your
things have been weird lately. had a great dream that made me forget everything, but when i woke, i felt like shit, like something had been taken from me. i wrote a poem about it called "draw bridge slide." it'll be up in a minute. so you can read it if you want to, i don't really care.
but i love you.