The paranoia of the protagonist reminds me all the time of my youth. I have never seen such a movie. Basically, the quarrel between mother and son is the main line, and the root of each problem is narrated. Adults and we will always have different priorities. When they feel that they cannot be understood, they are also hurting us who were once young with vicious language. Even if they are as mature as them, how can they not be naive at that moment? My mother often made promises that could not be fulfilled. When I turned my head and said it again, the answer I got was different from the previous one. Then she'll act like an adult to remind you how childish and ridiculous you are and how vexatious your demands are. My mom also dismissed my idea that I was showing off my ignorant innocence, but it was just a short-lived difference when we were young. That young man fell in love with old poetry and literature, how he was like my old days when he read books in the library alone. He took the subway home on a drug-drinking night and told his mother how much he loved her. He said, I suddenly miss you very much, and I told myself that if I don't say it today, I will regret it for the rest of my life. My heart is suffering, is this better? I know what I want to do, I want to be a writer, a poet, we can not stick to the form of conversation, I can express my thoughts more clearly in my works, I will let the world See my struggle. Once upon a time this was my dream too. Before I knew it it could no longer make me warm, and I knew I had lost it. Freedom, beauty, let the world understand the inner desire. Aloof and proud, he wants the warmth of the world but refuses to embrace his own arms. This is a common problem of modern people. Think about it this way, how happy the poet is. "I also liked to stick to my mom when I was a kid," he said. Chat with her and feel happy. But then I could do it with anyone, but she couldn't. And my indifferent heart often has a hint of sentimentality, because I still have a little urge to imagine him taking the subway to go home as brave. I remember that night I was as confused as he was, I remember crying and fooling around, I think I understand his mood. But our mother said the same thing. She asked me, how can you be so drunk by yourself? Adults can have different priorities than us, almost always. After gradually sobering up, he will regret his mistakes a little, and his drooping eyelids will be both annoyed and happy. If I didn't say it... Thankfully I did. Have I ever had these struggles before? And then towards the end he frantically messes up his room with a little electronic music, doesn't that also resonate. Is there a moment when I feel like I'm crazy, already crazy. I thought my actions could make my mother pay more attention, she would react and realize, but then you will find that all the results are your own imagination, although you have the idea of the earth exploding, and even want the world to accompany you, but Endless quarrels, adults can even laugh, as if mocking you, your emotional intelligence is still too low. These are sixteen years old, and then I learned to control my emotions and learn to be rational. After learning these things, I lost some of the things I was proud of. Whether the earth explodes, whether the world is awake or not, whether I am insane or not, all no longer matter. Then my relationship with my mom has gotten better and better hahahaha.
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