So those that have been following my moody artistic out burst will likley know now that I don't like endings.
The end of this book was so fucking beautiful 'the unbearable lightness of being' I am not going to harp on about it at all. I loved it, I love the characters and I already miss them... despite how much I wanted to take them by the shoulders and tell them BE BETTER PEOPLE... I fear that I am the only one of me that exists... everyone wants to be unique and they are. no one person is the same. But no one holds my likeness. If I have free will over my actions then I must be god over my actions. inside of myself, I am god. like that kid in fame, just an idiot with a soap box that throws it all away for the sake of pride... well I am not full of pride.