Confessions (2010) Japanese Movie

Confessions (2010)

Aye, it's not often a movie makes me so unstable. This was a pretty good movie and honestly, if I could go through it all again I would. The first thing I think when I think about this movie is that it's a psychological thriller that weaves between perspectives. It never felt like it was 2 hours.

It's about a middle school teacher whose 5 year old daughter drowns in a pool. The hang up is that she believes that it was a murder by some of her classmates. Without spoiling too much, it delves into the perspectives of people who have in some way been affected by this tragedy, twisted together by a cruel string of fate.

Watch it as soon as you can. It's pretty amazing, and the ending is just perfect for this. I myself would have loved a little more closure, but hey, I'd love to see the rest of their lives to be honest, so this ending is appropriate. It's fucked up and twisted, which in my opinion pretty lovely.

The soundtrack was nice to listen to. It fit the tone, but I watched it long ago, so I can't remember it. But it fit the tone of the movie, and it's sad blue overlay.

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I guess I'm doing the cliche thing here: I'm making visiting my cringy ass blog, with the intention to write a new post most days or something as 'therapy'. I know the last post was the day I was fucking abused by my mum or something but I don't want to read it. it was more than a year ago, and I lost has changed. Year 11 fucking changed me.

I guess I have a list in my mind of what I want to write about. I do. I think, that hopefully, this blog won't be read by many, and is just a little corner, not even a corner but a millimetre square of space on the net for me to write my feelings and shit down. Hopefully it helps slow down the process I'm going through right now. I can feel myself growing duller by the second, and I'm afraid I might be a shell before HSC ends.

Today I had my first driving lesson. I felt somewhat calm, even cosy in the driver's seat. The constant looking around thing makes me feel so paranoid, and the dramatic turning I do where I spin the wheel twice over to go around the curve just feels so wrong yet so right. Don't know if I'm doing it right, or when's the next time I get behind that wheel but I'm excited.

Started learning guitar on my own, though with Justin of course. It's swell so far. What's discouraging is the buzzing made by the strings when I make a chord, but I've gone too far for these hardened fingertips to stop.

Woke up at 12:55pm today. I'm fucked, that's why I'm here. Maybe I should post my dreams that I've had. I wrote them last holiday.

That's all. Also I like nail polish and skincare now.