Space or Void?

Hi. It's been a while. I've been so busy, i can't even think straight (heh).

Anyway, I thought I'd something off my chest. And, as always, it's because of a movie.

Truthfully, I hate movies. Not because they're bad, heck I could watch a really bad movie and still say positive things (with only one exception, The Last Airbender. God, M. Night Shamalamawhatchamacallit butchered that movie).

I hate it cause I get immersed. I'm not watching, I'm in it.

I'm the actor; fighting the monsters, travelling to space, going on adventures, shit like that. I leave this world behind and... I don't want to go back. To the mundane, depressed and melancholic old me. It's painful to say the least. When you've got so many burdens in this world and you get the opportunity to let them all go.... I can't describe it to you.

For once. you're free.

But what kills me the most is romance. Fuck. The staring, the smiles, the laughter, the joy, bliss. Having someone to be there when you need them. Support you, comfort you, wanting you. It burns a hole straight through my chest.

Do you know what It's like to want something so bad but you can't because you'll lose everything in return?

I tell people I can't stand movies because I get agitated sitting down for long periods of time like I have ADHD or something. It's because to sit there, watching something way better than your sad life, it hurts you in ways you can only imagine. And I'm not a masochist.

P.S. The movie was The Space Between Us. Ugh. The only plus point was watching Asa Butterfield. I like them not-your-average looking guys.