Backdated to March 15, 4:45AM
On the plane to Washington D.C.
So the movie just finished. And I honestly do not know what to think or say. I am heart-broken and I almost want to cry. A great writer of romance had love in her very grasp and it slipped away. Honestly, what does that say about life in general? I really don’t know what to think. As I was watching I expected something of this nature to happen oh how I wanted to be proven wrong. Alas, that did not happen and now I feel entirely a fool for expecting what I was not expecting, if that makes any sense at all.
Music will not console me and I feel as though I have had my earphones on too long. About an hour and a half to two hours remain on this flight to reach my destination. Absolutely no one has their light on so I would feel all too awkward being the only one… Though this means I will not be allowed to continue my reading. What am I to do now except mope a bit?
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There is nothing more I can think of to say, but truly I feel like showing some form of emotion after watching that movie. Time and time again I am not alone, but in the view of others. Mm, though it is dark. What to do?
Strange predicaments.
