"Aren't you gonna say anything or … I'm not gonna break… I'm starting to get a little freaked out, but I'm not gonna break. It's not because I don't care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can't tell you want you wanna hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can't say something doesn't mean you don't want to. You can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don't need to love someone to want them. Now that's frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don't match up. It's exhausting. And, well, its complicated. But that's life. And life… sucks."
O riso de um bebê, a última gota d'água pra matar a sede, o cheiro de bolo assando, um pingo de chuva na ponta do nariz, abraço de mãe, conselho de pai e estrelinha da professora. E-mail surpresa, recado no orkut, bombons no aniversário, churrasco e cerveja, pílulas pra dormir e pra ficar acordado. Falar besteira, sentir vergonha, dançar, gritar e chutar o pau da barraca. Viver, viver, viver e não deixar escapar um gole de vida de dentro de você.