Windows... Why do we find them dreamy?

Okay, really. In so many movies, the heroine- hell, even the hero- looks out of their window and thinks about how sweet and amazing and hot their love is (couples are also really starting to annoy me) so why?? And in musicals, there will be someone looking out the window and singing. Believe me, the looks I got from my neighbors explained why they won't let me anywhere near the chorus room. And when it was raining, I started thinking about Nick as I gazed out the window. No epiphinany. Just the same questions that keep buzzing around my heard like flies.
I can't sleep, I'm overthinking everything, and I'm eating lots. I'm starving and emptey inside...
Oh, damn!! I realize what it is now.
I'm sleeping lots less to not at all, so I'm thinking about him. Thinking about him is the only thing that keeps me sane, but makes the big gaping hole in my chest ache and I have to fill that with food. At least Oreos and strawberries won't leave me. They can't break my heart. Damn food... Essential to survival... >P


-- Rachael's iTouch