It reminded me of some people, living and deceased, that I have lost in my life. Normally I'm all right with it all until I see a movie like this and then I am reduced to a sniffling, over-grown cry baby.
My journal has become a freak show and quite regularly I feel as though it has lost it's meaning. Whatever that means.
I feel like I've been spinning my wheels lately... I have little patience with me and I have quite literally fallen into the trap of living outside of myself. Modern society is not conducive to simply being.