Watched The Last Kiss last night --- I kinda found it depressing...mainly because I could identify with where the characters were coming from. Just that general sense of settling, you know? Like, every day is the same and you're hoping for something to change, but it's like, no matter how hard you try, nothing happens.

Who knows?

Maybe we're just not trying hard enough.

I don't think anybody was really in the mood to be out, but sometimes, you force yourself to get out there 'cause the only thing worse would be to sit at home, feeling even more trapped by your own life.

Sometimes, I get the sense that we're all just looking for some form of distraction to help us ignore what's really eating away at us.

And on the one hand, I know that what's bugging me isn't really a big problem, per se.

Sometimes, we find ourselves fixating on things that we're better off just forgetting about.

I don't know. Maybe I just enjoy being unhappy on some weird level.

Trust me --- I know how bad this sounds, but I just didn't think I could handle someone else's depression.

I didn't even have the energy to try and make her feel better 'cause I didn't see what the point was --- whenever someone's tried to make me feel better, I've always wanted to tell them to just fuck off. And the thing is, I really don't think I know where she's coming from --- even if she's my best friend.

Sometimes, you think someone's better off where they are now, in spite of how crappy they feel and that just makes it all the harder to understand why they're so upset.