I love movies that hurt. The ones that hit too close to home, to the point where you just feel the movie, you don’t just watch it.

“Lady Bird” was one of those.

Graduating school is tough. You lose a part of your life you spent zillions of years living in and you have no idea what will happen to you. Are you still going to be friends with your high school best friends? Will you guys keep in touch? And most importantly: is the high-school-version of you, the real you, the best “you” you can be?

These were the questions I had in my mind when I graduated. I went to study in a bigger city with new people living a new life.

I still don’t know who I truly am, but I do know now that I was not myself in high school (even if it felt like the “best version of me” at the time).

“Lady Bird” just punched me in the stomach for reminding me that even though you feel like you know EVERYTHING when you’re 17, you actually don’t. We know nothing at all. But still, we live.