The ending of going to a town echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but go back to the woods again and again. Tom's morbid dependence is also helplessly magnified, and increasingly there is nowhere to escape.
I think that's who I am: a person who loathes his own body, who doesn't agree with his mind, who feels repulsively responsible of his family, who would rather mock than be connected to his country.
Sometimes happiness isn't the ideal solution or the utmost outcome; it's just something you don't want.
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