my feelings feel like a book report

at the end of the play(event)(thing), when we were watching back what we had just seen, and there was that very, very weird feeling of thinking that what i was now watching was better than what i had previously watched; and feeling that the feelings i had felt originally in their reiteration were somehow just as real, which somehow felt realer, was simultaneously discomforting and liberating, like most good things.

this is all to say in unnecessarily long sentences and not-real words that it was remarkable-- a word that always appeared empty, but in the fact of what it did seems fitting.