Na solidão dos campos de algodão

I don’t know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that’s what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I’ll just be glad when something nice happens.

Necesito a un loco, alguien que me recuerde lo que es el amor.

…I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry.

I guess I was actually sort of grateful that someone else was taking over my life. I mean, I’m obviously pretty terrible at managing my own life, so it was nice to know that it was in good hands. But it was also nice to have all these concrete tasks to do and be sort of distracted and consumed by them. It kept me from thinking about every depressing weird thing that was going on at that time