I felt deeply that I was a prisoner with nothing but memories.
Seriously, I just want to live in the past, I hate going to society, I hate my job, I hate people around me, I don't want to get up the courage to be interested and emotional, I honestly want to get something for nothing, and that's the only way It's just going back in time, business as usual, again and again, and for some communal reasons, I'm forced to be nostalgic.
The old days are indeed worth chasing after, too beautiful. I had it all, had enough talent, had a beautiful body, my youth, had the perfect lover, had thumping wild thoughts, had a pure and trouble-free mind, had a white mind, moderate stupidity, what to throw away Just throw away anything. I don't even need Gary's ritual because I'm perfect in every moment.
I don't want to be enlightened, I hate being exposed to white light, my blood must not turn blue, you believe me I have enough passion, I am the most passionate person, they can't be wasted. Alas, I was forced to grow up, and I did resist.
Now I need a chance but I don't need any chance, I need to be saved but I don't need to be saved.
I wish there was an end to the world, at the end of my day as king. Please take me back to the end of the world, please let me go back to the end of the world.
Why the madman Gary had no trouble getting these four to go back to the old ways, because it was the ultimate temptation that didn't need explanation.
I can say these words with tears in my eyes.
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