I recently watched a movie and I am not totally confident in knowing if it was supposed to be as emotional as it was to me. I'm sat here at my open window, with a raging headache writing to whoever is willing to sit down and read this monstrosity. Thanks to the film I seem to be rethinking my life even more than I already have.
The main character died at the very moment he was truly happy. He didn't get to live to the day he reached his life goals. Ironically, he died from the very same thing he described his passion with. He was always the big mouthed reject that no one ever listened to, with a broken home and a Physiological imbalanced mother. Since he was eight years old, he lived his to life to reach a certain future that he had created in his head, a lot like me in fact. I think that is what made me upset the most, because we are so alike. Sure, we both have different goals but still an a Imagined life the same. And to think that all could be thrown away at your most happiest moment makes you wonder about everything.
Happy Days,
Andrea.
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