#clararosefitzgerald

A drummer was laying down an insidious off-your-seat-and-on-your-feet shuffle. I think that’s when I decided I was never going back. Oscar rolled his eyes and exited the school gym, annoyed by the cheesy music that was all too loud and the people brushing up against him. He noticed Clara as he walked out, happy to see a familiar and not drunk face. “So I’m not alone when I say I hate these things,” he said.

I FEEL YA, still hurts bro tho

bUT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HER/ME/YOU/US/EVERYTHING??? I meant everyONE but EVERYTHING TOO.

nO DYING

((I seriously love the little similarities more than the bigger like how Oscar smiles like his mom and they both squint a little like their dad))

"I’m sorry that I used up the last of your blue paint. I was doing a painting of the sky and got rather carried away." 

It's not even really a specific memory, but I shouldn't have provoked my father as much as I did, because then my mother would have stayed. I should've just kept my mouth shut and done what I was told to do and stayed out of sight and kept Morris from getting in trouble. I didn't do that, and my mother ended up leaving.