Tristan and Isolde

I just watched Tristan and Isolde and cried my eyes out. How I can see what I'm typing with no eyes is beyond me. But seriously, that was the saddest movie I've seen in a long while. It has actually lowered my mood. And it wasn't very stable to begin with.

I was pondering the facts of my risky behavior of late. The sneaking around to see her. I put so much on the line every time, and now if she were to find out... I'd become a prisoner of my own 'home'. Home isn't anything but a house where I live. Even though you can hardly call it living. I've always been the star daughter. Perfect grades, I never got grounded; outside of my very frequent illnesses, I would have thought to have been perfect. But this has done nothing but completely ruin my outlook on everything. I don't live for anything. I do what I'm told when I'm told. I do everything I'm supposed to and nothing I'm not. I feel as if I am nothing.
How can she love nothing?

If mom finds out: my computer and phone will be taken away in a heart beat, I will lose computer privileges at school, I will be forbidden to go anywhere other than school and back home. And yet I keep risking and will continue risking everything for her. Simply because with her, I am no longer nothing. I have something to live for. I come closer to feeling whole.

all this brought on by a two hour long love story. The legend of Tristan and Isolde.

Erro.
Go look up what Erro means.