the look in your eyes...

June 20 2006

(Why do good sites have to go and make new layouts that you can't understand, much less navigate? notthisonekthnxbye)





My mom found a note of mine, and looked at me like I was stupid. 'Why do you write depressing stuff like this, if you know we're going to find them? Your father found this in the car. God, Claire, I thought I could trust you.'



Because, mother, when I don't write my thoughts down bad things happen. And, fuck, you can trust me, because they were only words, not actions.