Hoje, 28 de abril, beirando as onze da noite, eu peguei meu cobertor favorito, pus a Woolie no meu colo e fui para o jardim ver as estrelas ouvindo Iris. Realmente, se você não estiver preparado, a vida pode ser assustadora. Eu sinto a vida gritando em mim, pra mim. Eu quero a paz dos animais selvagens.
The Others An accident, a saviour, a curse, rejected from conseption no merciful adoption, you're condemned to experience life in a rotten childhood. You will be abandoned, neglected, abused, violated. You will feel worthless, wrong, confused at six months old. You are at lucky's mercy, so, if you're lucky, you will manage to get out of that and experience love for the first time in the shape of a pet. There you will see how it supposed to be, how you should care for what is fragile and depends on you to live a happy life. However, it doesn't matter, now you belong to us. We are the others. We are weird, misunderstood, marginalized, unfit to life in society. We are a burden to society which keeps providing abusive parents. We are the others. The white elephant in the room