esse é do myspace. na verdade, é de qualquer lugar: era um negócio que eu queria dar um jeito de falar mas não queria que muita gente visse. maluca, eu sei.

i watched fight club again today. there’s no way for me to deny it, it’s one of my favorite movies of all time. but it took me a while to realize the reason. it wasn’t merely for the plot (i really want to read the book, by the way), for the amazing acting (even brad pitt does a great job) or anything. i had to watch it ten thousand times to realize that i like it because i related. i’m the narrator. i wish i had a different face, a different body, different manners, a different life. and i can’t stop it either. no, i’m not schizophrenic (yet), but i totally have in my mind the contours of the person i wish i was. someone that is the opposite of me in so many levels, someone who i like better than i like myself, even though i try to deny it.
bad thing is, recently i got to know of the existence of a person that is just what i want to be. knowing that the idealized girl i had in my mind actually exists (and, most likely, is having all the fun i’m not) crushes me. my own personal tyler durden, who knew?

inglês sofrível.