Don’t do me like that man… Don’t leave me a crying mess. I know that’s what I expected going in but at least gimme some time to prepare. All in all, great movie though there were some things that I found too much. Like the whole genki girl persona. I like her, but sometimes she’s just a little bit too much.
I think I’ve had a taste for tragedy in my daily dispositions again. Maybe because of stress from work or the somewhat slight cracks I’ve been noticing in my mental health as of yet. That’s nothing new, but the recent dives have been a little too erosive than normal.
I can’t stop thinking about that girl. What would I do in her place? Curl up and cry all day? Or embrace the time I had left? The answer isn’t as black and white as the question. I remember when my grandpa was on his deathbed with cancer and how my family and I laughed watching soap operas in the same room. He was dying, but that didn’t mean we had to sulk the whole time. We were sad, but we were also grateful for the time we had with him. It’s a paradox, really.