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crazy, frustrated, holidays, love, movie, personal, romance, useless blog
So I’m in the middle of watching — yeah, you guessed it, The Holiday, and I feel so… I don’t know, unlikeable? Does this even make sense?
Iris Simpkins is sort of like my spirit animal, just in the sense that I totally know what it feels like to love someone and not have them love you back. It sucks because on my end, I guess it’s not that he means to toy with my emotions but he does anyway, and in the end I kind of just feel like I’m not really good enough — not just for him, but for anybody in general.
I mean, where is my Jack Black? Although I do feel like I’m not emotionally ready to be in a relationship, I’d like to know he’s out there somewhere writing Hans Zimmer-esque movie soundtrack music and falling for the girl right before me, because I’m it, and I want him to secretly be attracted to me at first sight, have fake Hanukkah parties with me, make Christmas pasta, and kiss me on the forehead before he goes off and ditches his ex because he’s totally in love with me.
Maybe I’m just dreaming (as usual), but it would be nice to know that someone’s out there hopefully ranting about finding me too.
IT’S SO HARD BEING ALOOOOONE.
