like red wine, and it's got a hell of a lot of stamina.
Nearly the tenth time I was recommended this show, and I managed to suppress my rejection of it. My roommate and I ate duck necks and drank wine and finished watching it. Just when I was sighing, "You see that there are still people who want to help her, this show is not so desperate." The subtitles started, and the automatic split ended. Then we looked at the number of episodes played in disbelief and had to admit, it's over, it's over.
"It's okay, it's not as exaggerated as they say." That's what
I immediately commented on it.
And then my roommate and I continued drinking and chatting about her ex-girlfriend, the reality of another roommate going out on a date and coming home late, and what I blurted out, I hate everyone around me, everything.
So out of control, I could no longer restrain the wild beast in my heart roaring with disgust for this life. I suddenly understood it/her, as if the hurtful words said out of the mind, inappropriate and irresponsible actions that do not follow social morals. why so serious? Nothing means anything, sister.
I also want to break through other people's pretense of whitewashing peace, and watch them face the failure and pain they thought they were covering up. If you want to destroy everything that is beautiful and orderly, everything is ugly and selfish and bloody, can't you see it? Stupid and ridiculous!
But in the end, who was the one who got drunk alone and cried bitterly.
I hate Ma Nan and the unifying point of this show, that is, the reason why he lives absurdly and lives in nothingness is actually because he/she is to blame.
Whoever said that suffering is self-inflicted, life is lonely, and death is lonely. Pain is innate, and all moments that are not painful are just self-deception. Even if you don't make that big of a mistake, you can still hate everything, including yourself. Isn't it justifiable.
Why don't we have friends?
Because you always hurt people who really love you?
Who really loves me?
You all love yourself the most, you're just too stupid to know this.
ridiculous.
My soul is so far away from me, yet my existence is so real. I have never been so awake. Please pass me a glass of wine tomorrow morning. If you ask me if I'm okay, I'll definitely say, I'm fine. Yes, I am fine:)
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