Play it. Out loud.

My favorite professor required us to watch a movie and to make a reaction paper about it, which will be passed this Wednesday. It’s easy – I’ve downloaded a copy weeks ago, and making a reaction paper is my favorite activity ever. I don’t have any free time this weekend though, because I got so many interviews and photoshoots to attend, oh wait. Let me paraphrase that. I mean, I need to make an interview with the vice chairperson of a cooperative regarding housing problems, and to make a documentary movie for a school project. The only available time I got to watch that movie is today. It’s easy. Just press play, watch it, and make a reaction.

What’s hard about it is that it is the movie I’m dying to watch, yet, I can’t watch because of reasons that I can’t find the courage to put into words. I’m so sentimental. Blame sentimentality.

When my professor said the title earlier, I literally smiled so wide; a smile so wide that it caught my professor’s attention. He asked if there’s something wrong, and I wanted to tell him that “Everything about that is wrong!” but I just smiled again because that would be crazy.

So I need to watch it. It’s killing me. But here I am, with a cup of ice cold coffee and a whole loaf of bread. Shall I press the play button?

Gaa. Why am I so dramatic? Everything in my life is so dramatic.