I didn't sleep well last night, dreams of the past. Which freaks me out. I woke up depressed. Hurray. I'm blaming that for how I've been feeling all day. All my old "thin" thoughts came back. Y'know, "don't eat that, put that down, don't touch that, you're fat, you're hopeless, your hip bones used to stick out, where are they now?"
I don't have these thoughts often but they freak me out when I do have them. I'm not fat and I know it, but somedays there's this little voice going "You're okay I guess..... but you'd be better thinner."
I don't want comments on this, especially those who know me. These are only thoughts. Tomorrow will be better.
In other news, I finally get The Talented Mr Ripley. I watched when it first came out, I wasn't really paying attention I guess.
The end depressed me. Tom had finally found someone who loved him. Who thought he was beautiful, talented, kind, amazing. The fact that man was played perfectly by Jack Davenport (who is getting more and more attractive I must say) helped. And Tom killed him for it. Peter knew that Tom was haunted by something but didn't ask, accepted him as he was, and Tom killed him. Was very sad.
Ugh, I hate movie endings like that.