I Hate That I Love It, But, Yeah, I Fuckin’ Love It

I’m sort of depressed right now. If not for that Y Tu Mama Tambien ( And Your Mother, Too) I wouldn’t feel this messy. It just left me the feeling I don’t want to feel, and that, though I’ve felt numerous times already, is still rather unfamiliar to me. I consider it a sexy film, but it wasn’t the sexiness that got me. And I don’t fucking know what it is exactly. I would probably feel this if I broke up with someone, provided I’m in a relationship, I really love, but who also is the source of the pain I feel, just to make that person feel that I can live without her (or, okay, him), or to prove to myself that I can. Deep inside though I know that the pain will still be there. It might even get worse. So there. That’s how I feel after watching the film. And fuck, it ended that way. And fuck again, that music played when the movie ended, that’s another thing. This is torture Cuaron. You’re torturing me.