At the end of the final episode, when everyone has their own buddies at work or play, BoJack is half lying on the couch, with a stool that has been scorched by cigarette butts a long time ago, watching the family he played in when he was in high spirits comedy.
The camera shows the white teeth of BoJack when he was joking with his family when he was young - "Ah, so I have been with me. In the past, my time was filled with people around me, and I didn't care about it for a long time like now. Now I have nothing to do, feel deeply alone, hate myself, and admit my faults in front of others or beg me to be called a good person would make me a lot better.”
Diane wrote a book for me not long ago, and I'm sure I'll be so excited when I hear from Diane, even to the point of cutting off raw sexuality without hesitation. Exhausted trying to find a star and a half of what I wanted to see in hundreds of pages when I clicked on my day-and-night nagging about Diane and thought he was going to be the vanity I've always needed When I finished the sentence, I turned the last page, and it also made me angry.
This book is so stupid that what he says is not who I want me to be, I thought I was grand in the eyes of others, and Diane wrote me who I didn't want to accept. Was the self I knew before just an illusion? The book's portrayal of me is so worldly that it even makes me think I'm as comical as a clown at a country stall. Even if I'm famous for a family comedy, that's just acting in my eyes, not really saying I'm a mass joke. Of course, this is all my own thinking, have I already regarded myself as a joke?
I didn't even have time to drink a cup of instant coffee☕️, so I quit Diane, even if I had calm down, I would still quit Diane. 2 cups of coffee can't temporarily hide my shame towards me. Diane did what she thinks it should be. In fact, it can relieve the character of the portrayal to a certain extent, but it is a powerful medicine, and the side effects need to be myself. Take on digestion.
I will regret my actions, but I didn't expect it so soon.
In order to get revenge on Diane, I brought in the lascivious female star who played my little daughter when I was young and Xiao Tao, who was eating and drinking in my house. By the way, the female star called a doctor who was going to operate on the baby and asked him to prescribe some medicine for us. Drugs? To inspire us to write a book that I really want to show others, a temporary drug that I really want to satisfy my emotions.
I'm not sure what we've been through during the creative process, but I just felt aroused in every aspect of the body, like a dream in which we all ended up solving a long-standing thorny problem. When I woke up, I lay beside the stool that had been burned by cigarette butts, and I was filled with a familiar sense of nothingness. Wait, why did this burnt stool exist for so long?
After tossing for a long time, I escaped everywhere in the void where I don’t know if it was a reality or a dream, but I couldn’t find a satisfactory exit after all.
I'm still living a life of just getting by. I haven't been able to rely on my selfishness and arrogance to create a work that is appreciated by the world. I haven't reached the level I want. Maybe, I'm slumped in a chair that was burned by cigarette butts. The real portrayal next to this is something I have been reluctant to accept. Perhaps, the book Diane wrote could be a passable autobiography. I still gave in.
Diane, I can't say you're right, it's just stupid to say that. However, I agree with the content of this book, at least he is real in real life, and he truly portrays all aspects of me, without too much emotion or long nonsense. The sad and joyful life of horses was shown to people.
You say people are relieved and relieved to read the book because the characters in the TV series have the same troubles and different weird idiosyncrasies they have to satisfy every day, like apple pie? or something. This will make them feel less lonely and be able to focus on their lives without being disturbed by the outside world.
I foolishly thought maybe it was right, loneliness pervades each of our lives, it fades away temporarily because we're deep in a group or when we're busy filling our schedules, but he's like a The skin disease, I might be able to describe him with hives, he would resurface when we sank down in bed at night and wandered aimlessly, and the more we scratched him, the more it tickled, and soon The urge to tickle turns into a painful euphoria, it's like I'm going to get in trouble everywhere to get rid of my loneliness, relieve myself with outrageous pain, fall asleep tired and wake up with nothing but a messy and vanishing red spot The faint fingernail marks left behind, nothing.
I'm still alone, sitting on the bed at 12:00 noon with a headache and harsh sunlight, the house is empty, even though my bedroom is very small, the cries of boys outside the window, the laughter of girls, the sound of old people Because of the reprimands of their naughty grandsons, the whistle of the truck coming from the national highway not far away, and the consistent music of the sprinkler, they all entered my cochlea along with the wind. The newly awakened body was supposed to be so hearty, but because of the indulgence the night before, there was only a little regular rhythm left. The mixed sound entered my cochlea, but it couldn't change the irritability and let me melt into the fireworks, leaving only There is passive loneliness against everything that makes me feel a little alive.
What are you going to do today to pass the time?
I looked at the picture of myself that I won for the book Diane wrote to me, an old-fashioned horse? With a trophy in his right hand? Looking into the distance upstairs, the eyes are empty and the thoughts have already flown to the other side of the eyes Go aside.
It is necessary to do things, even if I often stop, but I should continue to keep the idea of doing things, not to be swallowed up by loneliness, I should spend my time alone, it should be a compromise.
I should do something.
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