I have lived on this earth for seventeen years, and yet I still know relatively nothing. One thing I’m certain of is that I’ve experienced more pain than I could ever handle. I often contemplate how I even got this far. I never imagined living a life past fifteen. But for some reason, I’m here now. There has to be a reason. Right?
The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done; I can hardly remember. I wish I could say I…
I live my life online. This is where I go to take off the veil that obscures my view, finally allowing myself to come face-to-face with the ‘me’ I hold so deep inside. The ‘me’ that is filled with such sorrowful emotions, memories, and insecurities that I do not allow myself to utter in the physical world. Crying alone by my lonesome isn’t enough sometimes, so once I speak these words into this digital space, I feel as if I’m…
i think my mental health has severely worsened over the course of this film. not even the hot russian lady could save me…
ok but what films would be in katie’s letterboxd top four? 🤔
edit: i got my answer!
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE GAY.
