December 2009
5 posts
I want what Henry and Clare have.
God is always with us. Today, my life has been ruined, and then fixed, and then ruined again. My dad is drifting, in the most literal sense. Actually eroding… and no one can tell me how much longer he’ll be around. Sometimes I wish I saw him more than once a year. I want to blame him for all the wrong decisions he’s made, and I want to use that as my excuse to never see or call...
Since the return of her stay on the moon she listens like spring and she talks like June.