The Wrestler.

If you want to watch a movie, watch this.

I watched it this afternoon with a can of coke and tears spilling out of my eyes, and as a result I've had the weirdest evening. You know those movies where you can't really get over them? You have to TELL people about them and then they don't respond in the way you want you get sad? This happened to me. When it was over I layed back and listened to the credit song roll by.

Oh, this was amazing.

Mickey Rourke was beautiful. His face, his body, his voice, his eyes, the way he breathed. He oozed loneliness. Even though he was torn up and rugged and his muscles were as big as my head, he was... so soft.

And lonely. Not to mention lonely. I have no idea why I have a love affair with lonely characters in books and movies, but I just do.

I LOVED IT!

Thank you life for bringing this wonderful movie into existence which made me realise that... oh, god, what did it make me realise? Like everything? That people get lonely? That people make mistakes? And people have to do things to make it right again.

"I just want to tell you, I'm the one who was supposed to take care of everything. I'm the one who was supposed to make everything okay for everybody. It just didn't work out like that. And I left. I left you. You never did anything wrong. I used to try to forget about you. I used to try to pretend that you didn't exist, but I can't. You're my girl. You're my little girl. And now, I'm an old broken down piece of meat... and I'm alone. And I deserve to be all alone. I just don't want you to hate me."