That seething, swimming, burning depression that I spent nearly the entirety of '09 trying to fight is once again crawling underneath my skin.
I want to scream in an infant's face.
I want to shatter my hands on concrete.
I want to hold my own head under water.
I want to put a nun's head through a wall.
I want to sleep forever, left to eternally dream sweetly of things that will never be.
Hopelessly hopeful. What a joke. I learned my lesson.
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Another favorite scene from SPUN. Cinematography has been interesting me a lot lately.
This is lame to say, but I'm still really sad Brittany Murphy is dead. She was one of my first ever celebrity girl-crushes. A beautiful creature.
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