I just watched the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy, season three. It was anti-climactic. The only part that moved me was one of the very last scenes with Christina and Burke and I can't really place why. Maybe it's because it's clear that she loves him so deeply and I just really never think that I will get to that point with anyone. This is not me throwing myself a pity party - this is me evaluating the choices I've made and the situation I currently find myself in, and seeing that there is a blockage there. I am simply unable to open myself up.

Have I been faking it all these years?

Anyway then I couldn't bring myself to watch Six Degrees even though all the commercials are touting it as the most amazing thing ever. Maybe I think that I will like it too much and thus further my own wallowing depression of not being able to produce any decent pieces of writing.

People must be sick of me talking about writing, because I haven't really done much of it since I graduated from college. It's not a lack of things to write about. I am unfocused and undriven.

Want to pull it back together-