To be honest, I don’t cry often. I really am not an emotional being, often feeling numb, like a statue. But no longer human twisted some knife that was wedged in a less traversed part of my heart. I’m just starting “the second notebook”, and can already feel my eyes being filled with tears.
For some reason I feel deeply understood. And for some reason I hate that.
Two moments stood out for me, first: when he says that he hasn’t ever felt hunger, second: when he goes in his father’s room to write “FACE MASK” in his diary.
I don’t know what to feel, but I’m damn sure it isn’t happy.
by Salmon_Gibbs