Just because you are you.

I saw the film Notes on a Scandal the other day, and Edward Scissorhands. I adored both.

I was also a fatty and consumed so much it isn't even worth writing down. I still feel stout, which is a neverending circle... feeling stout leads to a why-bother attitute, etcetera.

I worry I may become Barbara Covett if I don't tell someone soon.

Notes on a Scandal was sad. Though I felt that the characters surrounding Judi Dench were stupid, merely because she found them so easy to manipulate. If people are truly so easy to machinate, why not have some fun? Though, she was cutting off her own nose to spite her face. I still had a sympathetic urge to the psychotic one though; I kept trying to find where we differ. Well, I suppose I do not try to split up relationships. No, I am forgiving, let me at least tell myself that.

I am proud and independent. These are characteristics I appreciate in myself. I am also still young. People appear to like me, though I am forever teetering on a threshold between like and dislike. I feel that people's liking of me is akin to a gobstopper; it lasts a while, and it is unusual and very enjoyable, but ultimately ephemeral. Once you've finished your gobstopper there isn't much point in buying another one, not for a long time. Or some such metaphorical twaddle. It's more of a similie.