" E a gordinha? Emagreceu. " E SE ELA CONTINUAR GORDA, CARALHO, VOCÊ VAI DEIXAR DE FALAR COM ELA? VAI DEIXAR DE TROCAR IDÉIA COM UMA MINA DA HORA SÓ POR QUE ELA É GORDA? BANDO DE HIPÓCRITA FEDIDO DOS DIABO.
Just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean she didn't fall asleep crying. And even though she acsts like nothing's wrong, maybe she's just good at lying.
She stares at the window, looking at the stars shinning up in the sky and asking her to travel the world and know other people, another culture, listen to diffent musics, to change the hair curt every week and to fight for what she wants. The stars whiper in her ear that she have to close her eyes and believe really hard that one day she will have this apartment downtown, that will always have hot coffe and good old books and the walls will be full of pictures of her with strangers that became friends in every corner of the world, and she will regret nothing. ~LC