#fuckingworld

This film somehow pushed me to reflect on the past. Obviously feelings and relations, habits and used-to’s.

I remember how sometimes we reunited with boy/girl-friend-s, and it was a joy moment but with a little scratchy feeling in the head that it was all over then and now you are just pretending that it was not because you are pity and lonely, afraid of being abandoned.

When you both start to remind each other about some good memories that mistakably could been left in the unreturnable past - with it you are just trying to make them back but this is all over, and you start lying to yourself that this is not. This is the moment when your persona starts to split.

I wish all us to be honest with yourselves