2002-10-05 @ 11:24 p.m.

the good girl was extremely difficult to watch. for me. it actually hurt to watch. i walked out of the theater feeling numb and on the verge of tears at the same time. i was stunned. i related so much to justine. so much that i couldnt believe i was watching what i was watching. it felt like my heart had been torn open and a story had been written with the contents. i rushed home and did incessant searches, trying to find a copy of the script. i still havent. i was gripped by the opening (voiceover) words, which were easily words that could have come out of my own mouth, were i better with words and not as out of it as i am. and that grip didnt let go until days. or weeks. later. it was the manuscript of my life. it was the story of me. right now.

minus the affair with the beautiful tragic boy. of course.

that unhappiness. that emptiness. in the eyes of the main character. thats mine.

i still cant even write much about it. except to say that the pivotal moment of the movie for me was when justine was at the stoplight. and i was begging her to turn left.