After watching P.S. I Love You for the umpteenth time, I'm still brawling my eyes out at the ending. Too much had been going on in my head. Each time I watch the movie, it seemed to be addressing different situations. On point at that.
Have you ever realized how many different endless combination that the 26 letters can be scrambled to form words. Yet, with so many in the book, I still can't find proper ones to address what I feel. Words rarely fail me. What happens next? I went for some mental rejuvenation. Cried to my favorite movie of all time. And felt 10 thousand times better.
I scare people; Myself more than any other.
I don't even trust me with my own thoughts.
Someday. It'll get better.
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