I cant help but be curious of certain people. Like… not so much as watching as studying. Just in random places. People Ill never see again. Its honestly not an obsession… just curious. Almost in strive to be. I have always admired that some people could look perfectly ordinary but when you get to having a conversation they become beautiful. And looking away as they speak almost hurts. My mother is like that. She is a beautiful women. But what she has to say almost makes the moon fall in my opinion. Im just glad I could grow up with that. Maybe it will rub off on me.
oh and Oliver. Yeah we’re together again.
Back to feeling guilty.
-Jane
hello
i found this website written in a bathroom stall at LAX.
it was the first memorable thing i saw when i got there.