Just finished rereading it... It's funny to me, not the plot or anything, but the reason why I reread this. I'll just spill my thoughts, so read if you want. So, lately, I've been thinking way too much about life and mortality. About how short life is. And I also keep on thinking how one day, I'd lose everyone that I love one by one, if ever I outlive them. And thinking about hurts me so much, to a point where it affects my view of life. Instead of thinking about how to live it, I keep on thinking why life is not permanent. To put it simply, thinking about makes me sad. It's funny how ironic it is that I read a tragic story to forget the emptiness that I feel. I mean it worked, I haven't felt this light inside in quite a while. While I'm still afraid to suffer as much the him (the main character), reading something tragic reminds me to live in the present, because unlike the main character, I'm still alive and I still have the opportunity live life. Had the same thought after reading "They Both Die at the End" by Adam Silvera.
I'm afraid I stopped making sense a while ago, so I'll stop here. So yeah... To anyone who read through the whole thing, I hope you live a happy life. And don't tolerate toxic lovers, please take pity on yourself. Bye<3
Just finished rereading it... It's funny to me, not the plot or anything, but the reason why I reread this. I'll just spill my thoughts, so read if you want. So, lately, I've been thinking way too much about life and mortality. About how short life is. And I also keep on thinking how one day, I'd lose everyone that I love one by one, if ever I outlive them. And thinking about hurts me so much, to a point where it affects my view of life. Instead of thinking about how to live it, I keep on thinking why life is not permanent. To put it simply, thinking about makes me sad. It's funny how ironic it is that I read a tragic story to forget the emptiness that I feel. I mean it worked, I haven't felt this light inside in quite a while. While I'm still afraid to suffer as much the him (the main character), reading something tragic reminds me to live in the present, because unlike the main character, I'm still alive and I still have the opportunity live life. Had the same thought after reading "They Both Die at the End" by Adam Silvera.
I'm afraid I stopped making sense a while ago, so I'll stop here. So yeah... To anyone who read through the whole thing, I hope you live a happy life. And don't tolerate toxic lovers, please take pity on yourself. Bye<3