tive crises de riso com a mania de controle do tijolon.
até as coisas sairem do MEU controle.
aí eu fiquei puta, chateada, de mal com a vida, deprimida e nervosa.
no control não merece.
ouvindo: susan boyle – i dreamed a dream
i dreamed a dream in time gone by
when hope was high
and life worth living
i dreamed that love would never die
i dreamed that God would be forgiving
then i was young and unafraid
and dreams were made and used and wasted