This is not a large number. Excluding this, there is only Tiffany’s breakfast. After all, I suddenly stopped watching movies like this one day and then almost stopped watching movies for a long time.
I took this film review when I was in junior high school — it wasn’t called a film review at that time, and I had a more appropriate impression — I handed in the weekly homework for the Chinese class. Although my score was not low, I didn’t remember what I wrote. Then just watched it again after six or seven years. I also raised a hamster and then it died. I also lay in bed in the middle of the night and opened my eyes until dawn to go to school. The love from my mother knows well but all the responses at that age are always unspeakable and helpless six or seven years. It's great to say that I'm really ah, I just want to run away, please don't lean on me too close for six or seven years. It still resonates in a mess.
I still can’t express clearly why I understand why someone can be so depressed that they can cry when holding a carton of milk in the morning, and why Will ran on stage playing the guitar and sang killing me softly with Marcus in disgrace. I will cry so much that I can't hold on to myself. Some unpleasant feelings are as familiar and empathetic as the sense of sight. For Marcus, it is not the plot of being bullied that makes me familiar, but the root cause of the situation, and it is reluctant to call it a sense of alienation. Putting on Will is that everyone is an island. I am very comfortable to be alone. Although there must be something missing, it is too troublesome to study it deeply.
So the feeling of alienation has caused the resonance in my heart, and it has reverberated to this day.
I’m sorry that I always stay away from you habitually. Sometimes it’s my fault and sometimes it’s not, but I have to stay away from you because of the indestructible sense of existence. Can keep looking for it.
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