The world has always been, but Chaos
people always favor something that can resonate with him. I feel that I am a complex of chaos and helplessness, so whenever I click on this movie , I always cry when I see that man's eyes.
It turns out that when you grow up, everything will change, and what you want will change after you get it.
When I was sixteen, my greatest wish was to have a man much older than me sitting beside me and weeping silently, and then I would slowly stroke his back, silently, looking out the window, the sunset, the setting sun , afterglow, curtain sky, little stars. I also don't know why I have such a desire. I don't want to use the psychology of those famous people to analyze myself, because the analysis is all wrong.
In the end, after my wish came true, I began to regret it, (because I don't want to experience the loneliness and dissatisfaction after the wish is fulfilled, I dare not have any wishes now) There is nothing in
the world that is more important to me than this. Terrible thing.
A man crying quietly beside you.
That feeling, very real, very kind, but like a sentence BoJack said,
"Seeing a person's real appearance"
"actually makes people feel very kind"
"But that kind of kindness, it doesn't feel good, like It's like seeing your mother crying."
"It makes you feel sad, as if something is disillusioned."
Perhaps, a man is most real only when he is crying.
My brain has automatically eliminated the relevant memory, like putting it into a paper shredder, and what remains is a little bit of mutilation.
I think I am willing to promise him everything, if he is crying, no matter what the purpose is, I am willing. I'm such a smart little girl.
The line between wrong and right has become very blurred, and I don't think there is much difference between good and bad.
Some good people are good people just because they are timid.
And some people, with a good starting point, also try very hard to help everyone, but the result is unsatisfactory, and even hurts the other party greatly. The corpse, we call the person who caused this consequence the bad guy.
I've never been able to figure out whether when we decide to do something, is it driven by our fascination with all the unknowns that will happen in the process of doing it, or by the self-imagination that happens after the goal is achieved Won't let yourself be satisfied?
It's so weird,
it's like giving alms to a beggar on the street,
you can't tell that I'm a good person,
I'm not good, and
I'm not thinking of giving alms to anyone, to bring them any warmth,
I It's just an attempt to warm myself, give to myself, and give my fragile and helpless heart through this.
I remember when I was interviewing, I was talking about this movie. The teacher asked you why you like this movie?
I said because it made me feel good, because I hated my parents, and it made me think that maybe they loved me, just like the protagonist in the film, and it turned out to be hurt.
Thinking about it now, maybe not, I don't care who loves me or not, who thinks of me, who has what purpose for me, it doesn't matter, no matter what, I'm pure, that's enough.
In fact, the real answer is that the hero in this movie reminds me of myself, whenever his eyes look blankly ahead, whenever he covers his face and buries his head and weeps, my heart, Just like the gusts of cold wind that are ushered in, there are all familiar cold winds.
I can't be the second Usibal, I can't be the second my parents, in any way. At this time, someone will definitely say that the more you do this, the more counterproductive the result will be.
How can this be, what is the biggest difference between humans and animals?
I thought of a story about a person who has a family genetic disease and is dying soon. He doesn’t believe in fate and has been strict with himself in every aspect. Finally, he lived the average lifespan of his family, but he found that he still couldn’t escape. The fate of this genetic disease will still be passed on to the next generation, so
he shot and killed himself.
He silenced all voices and self-righteous metaphors
He won, he conquered everything
Don't stop me,
I know it's all just a mistake
I can see those tears, remorse, no Help, cold, fear.
I know
it's all wrong
but they
're so beautiful
like you
and me
"" the biutiful"" means you and me, it's enough.
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