I finished watching more than 1 o'clock in the morning today, and I haven't slept yet. It's too much like me. In countless details, I am calming myself with the shock of seeing the amazing similarity, because I feel the resonance of crying directly and loudly.
Like Dominik, I locked myself in my room 7 days before the college entrance examination and then intermittently for almost 15 days in order to escape school. I also had a few months at home, crying and sleeping every day during the day, having nightmares and waking up after crying, and eating only one meal a day. After dinner and the rest of the time, I was sent to the mental hospital, looking at the hollow and distorted eyes of the patients around me.
Alex's video is just the fuse, and the previous hints everywhere that this home is a home lacking companionship and understanding for the male protagonist.
Did Sylwia kill him?
When Sylwia and him were lying in a tree chatting in the game world, I started crying from here, "If I could have someone who could understand myself with me, too." I thought like this crazy in my heart, and my tears fell crazily. Even if Dominik lacks care, at least staying with her Sylwia is happy and warm, and there is another self in life who can understand his pain. Seeing them kiss is an indescribable touch and shock, and the feelings of sharing the pain and stacking up with each other are too deep.
It's a pity that I didn't have Sylwia during that time. The real pain can only be felt by myself. I am helpless and no one can say.
What my parents said to me every day during that time is surprisingly similar to the letter they wrote to the hero in the movie, and my psychologist and the hero's second psychologist. But I don’t have a mother like Dominik. Later, I became able to face the child’s mental problems and realized the truth step by step. However, my mother always maintained the attitude towards Dominik at the beginning-"My child is really good at making jokes." "You are not such a person" attitude, she couldn't face it from beginning to end, even in front of the doctor, she was ashamed to tell the truth about my state. The same father pulled the network cable and knocked on the door. What I got was my father smashed the door open hard, and while slamming the door with his best strength, he said that if he smashed the door open, he would kill me. I was trembling in the house. , The sound of the door cracking was extremely harsh, a little crisp and then broken, every time he hit, the sky was shaking and shaking...My dad rushed in and smashed everything in my room, hiding the bed from me. The place where I was standing was lifted up, my mother stood in front of me and hugged me. At this moment, I was already confused, holding my mother tightly while shaking and crying.
My breakdown was exchanged for deeper domestic violence.
Then there was my hysteria, and soon I would feel that I was really crazy. This kind of consequence was what I had expected. Fortunately, I did not choose to self-harm.
This movie is a magical work. I’m now listening to Romans and I’m so full of thinking about my life that I cried to dementia in the middle of the night, and I wrote a long film review that was all used for yy stubbornness. You can die in situ. This movie is really gay. It doesn't matter much.
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