Past Lives

I went out alone to Venice Grand Plaza today to watch Past Lives. I've been having a decision on my mind lately and I thought that a film would help me feel better.

Turns out it made me feel worse! It was the actual worst type of film that I could've watched. I was dealing with grief and loss and here I was, watching a movie about grief and loss.

Needless to say, it didn't help and I went home to tell my friends that I wasn't feeling okay. They weren't feeling okay in return and we had a long conversation about it. Ultimately, I decided not to change anything about my stance and pushed through, despite them trying to talk me out of it and that things would be normal again tomorrow.