The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

Still kicking myself for not watching this sooner despite the long stay it had on my queue. Without a doubt, the most underrated—I’m still mesmerized by all 160 mins of perfect acting, cinematography, screenplay, & soundtrack.

i used to think a new setting was synonymous with a new life. that a new city would magically and drastically alter my way of living and thinking. it’s not that i haven’t grown and acquired wisdom since my move 2.5 years ago, but deep down, i feel more or less the same. 

i am still a homebody. i still spend most of my days alone. i’d rather have an intimate gathering than find myself at a raging party. though i am not perpetually lonely because i honestly enjoy my privacy and independence, my lifestyle does lend itself to bouts of loneliness.

depression is a fickle animal. the presence of people is not adequate. what’s required is a connection of sincerity. it sounds demanding and tiresome, but not everyone is so lucky to be truly extroverted.

today i was revisited by forgotten feelings. i wish we were better strangers. 

no one can make you feel inferior without your consent

-eleanor roosevelt, this is my story

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