I've always been so proud of how honest we were with each other, of always telling my deepest feelings, always the truth. But something changed and I've been feeling such a lier. It's not about something I said but something I hide. It's about future, that one that I never imagined with you. It's about family, kids, that stuff that I never wanted. Something changed, maybe the day I had that false-positive, maybe the day you said that you love me and I pretended to be falling asleep. Maybe it's because now I care about you and want you in my life, not as fuckfriend like before, but like someone to love back.

Sobre a incerteza sobre estar no curso certo, sobre meu PA1.1 e sobre o dia em que quase chorei na aula.

"Esse projeto, por exemplo, deveria estar entre os melhores. É um projeto muito bom. Um dia os seus colegas entenderão isso."

Sobre orgulho.

Wouldn't it be nice if I slept and never wake up anymore? Don't have to deal with problems. Cause even when I dream it's not something inspiring or relaxing. Dreams are just the continuation of reality but irrealistic and painfully. I can't imagine reasons even to do that anymore.