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...
"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."