finch

'and like an empty sterile room somehow i made a mess, like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress'

i found out tonight that before my dad died he had had conversation with my uncle (the one i'm staying with) about how he could see that my mother didn't support me at all and how he was concerned about it. my oh my, how different my life would be if he were still alive.

it's odd--sometimes even though you know you're really fucking alone and need to do things all by yourself, you still like to think that maybe you're making it all up. it's an odd feeling when someone else confirms it. don't know whether to be happy that you were right or depressed that you were.