I've got a jet black heart, it's fucked up and falling apart.

Hey,

So i've had something of a movie day today, around work that is. So i shall tell you what i thought of them:

Prozac Nation: It was ok, Once you get over Christina Ricci's odd lookeness, and the fact that Jason Biggs could ever be described as handsome it's a passable film. It has some really real elements to it, but for a film where nothing really happens it's lacking a lot in the way of character and your attachment to the film. So when shit happens to them it's like "who cares" but i did enjoy it. Mainly just because i enjoy films about illness's that i share.

Requiem for a dream: I have no idea whether or not i liked it, well i did love it, but not all at the same time it's so hard to describe. It left me sickened, moved, confused and in admiration. I don't have a clue what the hell was going on most of the time, and sometimes the arty-ness bothered me. but god for some reason it just affected me :S i want to do that to someone one day.

Knocked up: It was ace. easy going, fun time. too long but would maybe watch it again with friends. just your typical "having a laugh" type film.

So that's that on the film front.

I guess i should talk about something i dunno, real or something. I don't feel any better or any different. and i've been off all day. i guess people think when you stop talking about something it goes away, but it hasn't and i am still as fucking miserable as ever. I dunno, i just, i hate everything about me and being me and i don't feel i could cope or be trusted if i wasn't medicated. but i hate being medicated. everything is a fucking fight in my head. god, i'm not even gonna try and explain.

Work at 6.30. Night x