OK, I saw the film about 6 hours ago and I'm not sure what to do. It's really hit me hard, and I can't rest. I can't get to sleep, and I don't want to eat. It's like there's this big weight on my shoulders that I can't shake off.
It's such an unbelievably sad story, and I wasn't expecting it to hit me so hard, so when it did it knocked me for six. I tried my best to fight back the tears because I didn't want to look like such an emotional wreck in front of everybody, but by the closing credits I couldn't bear it and I broke down.
What hit me was the fact that it's made me think about how lucky I am to be in a situation where I'm allowed to express myself, to be comfortable my sexuality and be who I am. I've never faced any social prejudice because I'm gay and I doubt I'd give two tosses when I do, but such a tender story as that really makes me sympathise with the characters.
I can't really put into worRAB how much I adore Jake Gyllenhaal right now...