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This is the scene in the movie of my life where the protagonist raises his arms in defeat and gives up.
The next bit is the celebrated scene in which he gets completely drunk in order to ignore those holes that have begun to appear in the fabric of his life.
Why do I feel like my destiny is being directed by Coppola instead of John Hughes? Where's the feel good 80s vibe that tells me everything's gonna turn out quite all right? It seems I'm more Heathers than Pretty in Pink.
The next bit is the celebrated scene in which he gets completely drunk in order to ignore those holes that have begun to appear in the fabric of his life.
Why do I feel like my destiny is being directed by Coppola instead of John Hughes? Where's the feel good 80s vibe that tells me everything's gonna turn out quite all right? It seems I'm more Heathers than Pretty in Pink.