crutch.

So indecisive.

and I've had 2 Bad Days.

I thought i'd have words when I came here.

I don't.

There was that moment while watching Easy A when Death Cab was playing in the background. It made no sense.

And then when I received the news today. (discouraging, crushing, disappointing. whatever.)

And then: school.

And oh. My Mother told me the reason that nothing ever goes right for me is because I don't go to church. (She doesn't go, herself.) Which, caused me to scream things i've never heard myself say before. Things I wasn't even aware I felt until they were delivered by my own voice.

Then there's that song on the new Fleet Foxes album.

And driving at dusk last night.

So that's... six.

Well, seven. Counting the thing I refuse to directly think about, but I am nearly always indirectly thinking about in some form.

So seven times.

At least the weather is on my side.