right now a stranger grabbed my hand in both of her hands, and told me to have a good day. her hands were really warm. it reminded me of the night i was in joe's room feeling down after a long night out, and austin who i didn't know until that day, reached over and grabbed my hand. holding it really hard.

how much does my face show when i'm pained?


oh claire, i love you so much. and last night jeanette came over with magazines and root beer floats and we got high and cuddled in shane's bed watching american psycho until shane came home. he let me sleep in his bed and he slept in mine, which was excellent because i hate my room right now.