Work for It

Almost two hours later, I'm on my third journal and have, thankfully, stopped crying. It seems awfully self-absorbed to sob over the story of yourself.But if these were someone else's journals—if I were reading about a different young man who tried to do good, who heard over and over again that it wasn't enough, who decided in the end to stop fucking trying and accept that he must be something awful—then I might cry over the words for hours and hours. Perhaps.

[3.5] the setup in the first half was enrapturing but the lovely tension that kept me invested in our mcs dissipated by the second half (lots and lots of internal mind babble leading up to the buh-bye scene), and by the end, the highest point for me turned out to be the confrontation with Henry (which admittedly was incredibly satisfying because fck Henry