Play with my Hair

I was excited to see this. I never got the chance to. I was suppose to see it last summer. It was supposed to be a fun date, ...but it never happened. I was hoping it be great and fill me with smiles because..well, its Michel Gondry.

Instead, it made me feel alone. Not "oh my god, I have no friends" alone. More like "I have no one's hair to play with" alone. Weird thing about that is...I can play with anyone's hair.

I guess I just miss the look of happiness, appreciation and maybe even adoration I would get from the person's who's hair I'm playing with.

Thanks Gael Garcia Bernal. Ahora me siento un poco sola. Estoy segura que solo voy a estar asi para la noche. Cuando viene manana, todo va a regresar a normal. Solo por el momento. Solo por el momento.