You can only cry about your mess of a failed relationship to your friends so many times before you get a little crazy, and as amazing as they are, they get tired of your crazy. You overanalyze where things went wrong, what you could’ve done better, why the other party sucks beyond reason. You wonder about every new gal who wanders into their lives, and get all sorts of creepy. I’ll admit it. I got a little crazy. And stayed crazy for quite a while, too. The constant behind it all was a few albums, T W E N T Y T H R E E, Hello…x, Cedar & Gold. There are things about music that make you just feel infinitely better. Like it understands your thoughts without you having to explain anything at all. Even after you bitch and cry to friends, you’re still left with your own horrifying thoughts, and these albums have been the calming companion to my mind. Finally meeting the gal who wrote them was pretty awesome, and there’s that sense of closure when I realized that I’m a totally different person than the one who just bawled to her music, unable to get my shit together. No doubt, I’m still making a few questionable decisions, but you can bet that her music’s accompanying all of them as we go. I’m more sure of who I am and what I want than I’ve ever been, but I’m still figuring out where others fit into my life. Things are still a little blurry, but they’re so, so beautiful. These albums are now the soundtracks to mini-road trips to Santa Barbara. To gushing about new amazing people. To trying new amazing things. To studying and studying and studying. I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time, maybe ever. You get over that major, terrible, heartbreaking hump in life, and it really does hit you. Maybe the best hasn’t happened yet.