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Howdy ya'll. I just saw The Good Girl. I thought it was a cool movie. Jennifer Aniston and Jake Gyllenhaal are so friggin weird it is cool. I mean...its that ordinary kind of weird that, I will admit, is only cool if played by a movie star. I don't know, it made me feel kind of sad for some reason. The end of it is really good, like a good book. Similar to The Way of the Gun's ending. Very profound, ending in a thought, ending in a . I can't figure out what it is that I want right now. I know that I'm not satisfied. Maybe I want that CD deck for my car. Maybe I want school to end. Maybe I just want to go somewhere with my friends. I'm not enjoying this life. Nope, not at all.

To the hopeless ones:
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. Her heart was so full of discontent and her thoughts scornful. Whether this disposition was obvious to many, we cannot know. This was a story passed on. This is a story; some details lost and missing. Told by lost hearts all over. People looking for a way. Looking maybe for a place they can lie in peace.

This girl. She had no direction. She kept a passiveness that caused everyone to think her shy. But she was not shy. No. She was passive. Hesitant. Careful. Cautious. Keeping people safe from her sadness.

Girl kept a journal.
Girl often wrote in it.
Girl wrote pages and pages of stories, but they were never finished. None of them.

Those pages and pages...sentences stopped in the middle...is just how Girl died. Unknown. Unfinished. Unsatisfied.

No one knows her. No one ever read a word of her stories. They ended up burnt. Ashes. Remains of a life of pain, allowed to take flight in the cold winter air.