i'm in vancouver now. lying in my uncle's guest bedroom which was once my cousin's room. the bed is slightly cold and scratchy from layers of hemp like blankets.
the flight over was interesting. i believe i cried 3 times. i get so emotional. i watched little miss sunshine. all was good. nothing too emotional about that movie. brokeback mountain on the other hand, my fragile emotional state meant i was balling by the end of the movie and i think i'll start crying everytime i hear that song.
the next movie i chose was time to leave i think. something foreign. its about a young man whos faced with terminal cancer. i slept through half of it, but it was sad enough for me to cry. hot boy.
open season. enough said. anyone who knows me well knows that animations play with my heart. typical rollercoaster type of storyline. happy beginning, sad goodbyes, tough times, strength finding, realisation, happy ending. i cried.
so very tired. craving friends like well... as much as i am craving a cigarette.
i feel so alone.
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oh i realise now that i was actually sleeping between blankets and not underneath the top sheet - hence the scratchiness.
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