So, I bought Donnie Darko. I watched it and bawled my eyes raw. I drank and smoked, so as to compose myself and came to the same old hopeless conclusion as with most movies (especially anything taking place in the 1980's): I wish I had someone to love that much
No place in this world for me. I'm a hopeless romantic's hopeless case

PS: I apologize for the tone of the previous entry, if not for the content.