Little Miss Sunshine

I was just watching Little Miss Sunshine in my room a few minutes ago. When I watch that movie, I connect with every single character on some level.

And it sucks.

Because I know every single one of them inside and out because I recognize their pain.

Every last one of them.

"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind." - T.S. Eliot

I hate knowing about all of it, you know. But, I still believe
that ignorance is not bliss.
Not knowing, is far worse, but some will never know it.

I guess... we can't blame the blissful because
they're ignorant.

Oh stupid cycle, oh
retarded brain.