Art does not die because there is no more art; it dies because there is too much
i didn't rewatch this. i just had to write a review for this because im physically sick of seeing people praising it.
my writing is often incoherent so i hope I can get my point across
please read this even if you disagree with me
this is not what mental illness is like.
i have so many problems with this that's is hard to even put into words.
so I'll make a list.
1) mental illness is not something…
this isn't madness.
this isn't insanity.
it's everything around you and the nothingness that fills you. it's the absence of reality, of participating in reality. it's having neither dreams or nightmares, because you already live in one. it's refusing to refuse and accepting and the unacceptable. it's having contradicting emotions and living in a contradictory reality.
everything comes and goes, everything goes and comes, but you can't move.
every second of this is so insanely relatable. i feel like isabelle…