Her
"you know, sometimes...i think i have felt everything i'm ever gonna feel. and from here on out i'm not gonna feel anything new. just lesser versions of what i've already felt."
Sometimes you come across human beings, ones whose story you get to know and slowly succumb to their emotions as if you find your struggles in their moments but you live in denial cause the story shows how pathetic the human being is, even when it's simply doing nothing and in those moments of denial, the guilty pleasure of this relatable belonging makes you uncomfortable to the extent that you start deflecting on the story but like every story, it progresses to depict the purity and naive nature of the always to be "doomed romances".
Escapism finds you in ways you never souught to escape.
*"The world is being unfair to us,
The world is on my shit list."*