I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. The night before watching fifth, letting go of procrastination caused me to watch a day of American and British dramas, and I didn’t think of going to bed until two o’clock in the morning. While holding the sheets and quilts that were washed and dried during the day, they were changing and chatting with themselves. It is always easy to introspect in the middle of the night, and accidentally dig out the old wounds deep in my heart that cannot be cured, and talk to myself about how to heal this wound. In the end, A said that he must let go, and B said that he couldn't let go.
What a pity. What a pity. The solution to many things is simple rational thinking, but it is impossible to start at the stage of implementation.
Just like Bruce in this movie, how could he not know that he has already had a big problem, but he also knows that he can't solve this problem because of cowardice, because of unwillingness, because of male self-esteem, pain and these things twisted together , Became a terrible desire for self-destruction. He hurt everyone around him. You can do all nasty things in order to get promoted. Colleagues provoke divorce, forcing underage girls to give themselves BJs, and even make sexual harassment calls to their best friends’ wives. Hurting others seems to be able to release the pain in the depths of his twisted and foul-smelling soul.
But when he really hurt his best friend, he finally couldn't stand it. Your best friend is also part of your personality. He is different from ordinary friends and colleagues, and hurting him will hurt himself reflexively. It is precisely because of this that Bruce put the heaviest hand on him. He seduced his wife, stole his money, smashed his glasses, walked around the kiln with him, and even gave him medicine. When I was in pain, I thought I would see him leave the room indifferently, but he just curled up across the door to listen to the painful howling of the friend next door. Only then did I know that this honest man was Bruce's true friend. He became his last barrier to self-destruction, and when Bruce destroyed him, it was his turn next.
So the next sharp turn of the plot just went with the flow. Hurting others can no longer fill the bloodthirsty and emptiness of his soul. He can only act on himself. He has become such a tragic and pitiful insect. He is deeply trapped in the trap he dug out with his own hands. He has made so many people. How can things that hate get out of this abyss? Where does he have the power to support himself to climb out?
Saying these four words from the beginning is so simple, but it takes more than courage. What you need to pay is determination and self-esteem. You have to give up so many things in exchange for the possibility of repairing your soul.
So at the end, he cleaned himself, put on the police uniform neatly, and killed himself with the scarf knitted by the woman. Just before stepping on the empty bench, the woman brought the child to visit the door. He looked at the door eagerly. When the bench returned to its original position, they turned and left.
So he said to the camera, "Same rules apply." Then he smiled arrogantly and kicked off the bench.
Just as I once confessed to my best friend the pain when I was finally rejected. I mistakenly thought that I was in love with my best friend, but in fact I fell in love with myself, and the pain she expected from rejection was like being rejected by a part of my personality, which was a twisted love. , But there is no way to correct it. It doesn’t matter if I can only self-hypnosis at the end. Anyway, this is not the first time I have a relationship that has died without disease, although I can’t gather the courage to judge whether it is love in the true sense, or just possessiveness and jealousy caused by my personality distortion. A series of emotions cultivated.
There are so many wounds in life that can only fester in the dark. When I was a child, I always naively thought that just let them bask in the sun. But a few people dared to take them to the blue sky and dry them in the sun.
Think about her reaction the moment I told my roommate that I might like the same sex.
But all in all, never let the self-destructive side of Grid take the upper hand, even if you have been beaten by the misery in life. Because there will always be a way out. The way to bury everything.
When you were here before
, could
n't look you in the eye,
you
're just like an angel,
your
skin makes me cry
Beautiful and make me cry
You float like a feather
you like a feather
In a beautiful world
falling in this beautiful world
I wish I was special
I wish I was special
'special You're so fuckin
because you are so extraordinary
But I' m a creep, I'm a weirdo.
But I'm just a poor creep , a freak
What the hell am I doing here? What the hell am I doing here
?
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here,
I do not care if it hurts
I'm not afraid of injuries
I want to have control
I want to occupy
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want perfect soul
I want you to notice
I want you to be able to care for me
When I'm not around
, even if not around
you're so fuckin 'special
because you are so extraordinary
I wish I was special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
But I'm just a poor reptile, a freak
What the hell am I doing here?
I'm fucking doing here?
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here
She's running out again
she was gone
She's running out
again left
She's run run run running out
she was gone gone gone gone
Whatever makes you happy
exactly how can you be happy?
Whatever you want
what you want?
You're so fuckin 'special
because you are so extraordinary
I wish I was special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
But I'm just a poor reptile, a freak
What the hell am I doing here?
What the fuck am I doing here ?
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here
I do not belong here ...
Doesn't belong here...
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