第四天早上,繼續是沒有睡穩。
天未光,人就醒過來。還好,這天醒來後,人沒那麼迷糊,起來呆坐了一會,梳洗,料理貓兒,趁吃得下,吃了些乳酪。
一切比我想像中來得震撼,還道不過是另一次看錯人。
但我沒想過會哭出來。
我其實一早知道他是怎樣一個人,
也明白有些事,不過是feel good,但不是那回事
本來打算一直當朋友的。
藏了那麼欠,終究還是藏不了。
決定把一切揭開來,我早就把落台階打爛了。
都到了那個地步,其實心知肚明,只是我不能當作甚麼也沒有發生過。
我只希望自己不要再pathetic下去。
“Cinema is blood, tears, violence, hate, death, and love. And Sirk has made films with blood, with tears, with violence, hate... Sirk has said: you can't make films about things, you can only make films with things, with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, in fact with all the fantastic things which make life worth living.” (Fassbinder)
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You are not pathetic at all.
I think he is pathetic.
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