Blue Valentine did nothing but reinstate my fears. I didn't cry, but perhaps in any other state. It was terribly realistic which I believe was the point, but it's difficult for movies to deal with abortions without it becoming a lifetime-style movie. Big sigh. He gave entirely too much of himself to her. And that was the worst part, I think, that in the end she still couldn't love him anymore. But I guess it's not really possible to keep track of how much love you'd give a person, especially one like her. If I ever fall in love again....

Sitting on my kitchen window sill, watching the cars and the passers-by. I've got a lot of soul searching to do.

I think that when I'm old, I'm just going to restore old muscle cars, trucks, and motorcycles.

Is it true that everything you touch turns to gold?

Is it stupid that I came crying to you because I didn't want to do anything for the wrong reasons? I think the stupidest part was that I came crying to you for that, and not the real reason which would be given the chance, I would do it all for you.

When the things that kept you going no longer keep you going. Looking for comfort in the new, but I know I shouldn't get too comfortable. Everyone keeps telling me that lately. Not to get too comfortable. I'm just not good enough.

If I were to ever record music, it would only be onto vinyls and it would only be pre-WWI blues, and early rock & roll/rhythm & blues from the 1950s-1960s. Way back when music was still good. Sigh.

Yes. And it's okay, Gaga, I ain't mad at you for copying my hair.

He would stay for a while, that was wish enough for a luckless, scarred bitch as she.

My horoscope keeps telling me that I will want you more and more as days go by. But I knew that already. If one day, you were ever mine...

I relapsed two nights ago. It's the burn that I'm after. Still trying to figure out this world. I'm not going to be anyone if I don't sleep with all the guys. Not even just guys. I'm so brainwashed, so jaded. It's everywhere I look, turned around, get drunk and find. I will never be more than an object to anyone, this is apparent. But this is also why I've stopped looking.

If you tell someone enough that they are what they are, whether they're a slut or a junkie or a nobody. It's comes true. I always just wanted to be a nice, reliable, independent girl who's determined and follows her dreams. But nobody else does. Nobody ever remembers a nice girl. Nice girls don't get anywhere. Nice girls don't even dream. Nice girls don't even finish.

I've seen a lot of bad people play good guys and in the end, win.