This is a blog post I wrote in early November when things were getting to hard for me to handle and I was getting out of touch with reality:
Confession: I cried during the last five minutes of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" - actually, I bawled during the last five minutes. I honestly don't know what came over me. I think I expected them to part ways and they would continue being miserable with their lives. I didn't expect them to be happy. I wanted them to be happy. I think my current lack of faith in love is what broke me. Have you ever stopped believing in something because no one else believes in it?
I think of my life in metaphors a lot and that my life is full of symbolism and other literary bullshit. I find life parallels in literature and instantly think my life will mirror the book. I think my life is foreshadowed by books and movies. I have been getting out of touch with reality lately. Does anyone else feel this way?
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