Razões porque My so-called life é AMOR
I know in the past I've caused you pain and I'm sorry. And I'll always be sorry 'till the day I die. And I hate this pen I'm holding because I should be holding you. I hate this paper under my hand because it isn't you. I even hate this letter because it's not the whole truth. Because the whole truth is so much more than a letter can even say. If you want to hate me, go ahead. If you want to burn this letter, do it. You could burn the whole world down; you could tell me to go to hell. I'd go, if you wanted me to. And I'd send you a letter from there.
It's like you think you are safe or something cause you can just walk away anytime, cause you don't need her - you don't need anyone. But the thing you didn't realize is, you're wrong.
If only there were a button somewhere that I could push. To force me to stop talking.
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me.
This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do.
Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.
What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere. Like, your life just figured out how to get good. Like, that second.
Greta Garbo, quem diria, foi parar no IrajÃ¡ as 2:28 PM