Watching: 500 Days of Summer

Quote:
McKenzie: "You know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature."
Tom: "That guy had a lot more sex than me."

I relate to this movie in so many ways. The way Joseph Gorden Levitt's character just stumbles through love picking up the pieces while is seems everyone else has a perfect grasp on what's happening. I've always felt I take things too hard, and too literally, that I've thrown myself to love carelessly without thought on it eventually failing. I had such high hopes for it once, being the 'Tom Hansen' believer in the love Santa, now I've all but completely lost faith in such, but still long for the enjoyment of company, while making sure to keep them emotionally at bay, as did Summer in the movie.
I've come to the harsh realization that I'm out of prospects. There is no one I know that I yield any desire towards, or if I do, they do not have feelings for me. Though that fact seems pretty scary, I've also found that it isn't a bad thing. At least I've become firmly grounded in not wanting to mess with any more douches or stalkers. I'll wait it out for a good one.
It's always back to the timing of things with me.I feel like life bombards me with things too quickly for my brain to manage, like it tosses me into a pool and tells me sink or swim. I just sit in my pajamas, eat Ben and Jerry's Half Baked, and cry it out while spying on people's Facebooks. Or writing blogs at 2 AM.
I blame it on my girl best friend's pregnancy, and the marriage of my guy best friend, the happiness of my coupled-off family, and my long-time break-up process with a very true but doomed and stupid love. The last severed string of contact between us was cut off by my ex, and I can't help but feel the loss of a very dear friend. No matter what people tell me, or what bad blood is there, it is such a loss.
Tom Hanson broke plates, ate Twinkies and drank liquor. I'm too attached to my lovely dishware and don't much feel like cleaning or disturbing the neighbors in my apartment complex. I also despise taking shots and watching myself get fatter with each bite of Hostess. It doesn't work for me. Thanks a lot, movies, once again, you are no help.
I wish I could do what that first quote says and just write it all into a novel. I like writing, it's great therapy, and it worked for when my one love died. But I have dreamed of the story of my ex and I, and the twisted tale we weaved, and I don't feel like reliving such pains. My dead ex and I had nothing but good memories, while the Douche and I had mostly bad. Slight difference.
Time has to pass. I have to not fear the future, I still got a lot more ahead. But I'm also impatient.
Ah, young adult life.