I'm sitting here wondering why writer's block is such a fantastic and surprising occurance every single time it happens. i am also wondering whether or not i am secretly a robot, because I saw P.S. I Love You, and didnt shed a tear. I felt completely inhuman sitting next to my friend, who was bawling her eyes onto the seat in front of us like a good little flesh-toid. what is up with this? Could it be that the two times I thought I was in love where complete fabrications of my mind? It is possible, more than possible, probable. right now, I'm going to decide to ignore my eating disorder and go to sleep rather than excersize at this ungodly hour. Every time I need to make the decision is as hard as the time before if not more. I need to learn to just let go, even though I've never wanted to fold into myself more. Please.