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Giulietta Masina was incredible. She showed all the strengths and vulnerabilities of her character and warranted one of the most powerful performances I've seen in a movie for a long time. I really was concerned in the final emotional scene for her. Whether she be thrown into the lake, or leap in herself, she was a person who deserved the mercy she needed when she had nothing, her own gift of life. I know this was adapted for American audiences in the form of Sweet Charity, but the weight of the moment is so much more involved when you have a more gritty and realistic dilemma involving the main characters. The sugary American adaptation treaded so lightly on the very serious themes this movie did tackle. Prostitution, conflict of faith, murder, and integrity of the main character. That final scene you feel the pain of Cabiria, but also the vitality of her life, of chances for success but not getting what she needs. To struggle and give everything to find happiness, but no matter how hard you try, it never turns out the way you wanted it to. It's one of those movies that's premise is so simple it's difficult to believe it wasn't thought of sooner.

Don't want my past friends to be burdened, they have a lot on their shoulders and for them I'm not what they need in their lives. Don't want to risk starting new friendships anymore because they'd just fall apart like all the other ones, especially not anything romantic, which at my point in life if I don't know now how, I never will. If I tried, somebody else would step in because they'd have a better way of doing things, which I know there is always someone more capable. In a job somebody is better, in love, someone is better, in any hobby, craft or skill, someone is better. My great grandfather did it and my parents said I don't have to follow, but it's getting harder each day, and he had more to live for than I do. Screwed it all up, I feel I'm going to self destruct if I can't do anything before then. Everybody tells me to turn to faith, but that is a very thin excuse for not knowing what to do with me. I'm an idiot who just destroys everything put in front of him that could give him happiness. I never know how to produce or make anything worthwhile or beneficial for anyone. Terrible, terrible, waste. I watched Bojack Horseman and that inner monologue degrading himself was insanely accurate and now has set me off recognizing more of what's going on.