volte mais tarde por favor.
porque quando junta mau humor, com eu-quero-minha-casa, com o telefone do consultório do quiropraxista fulano de tal sempre ocupado, com ironias, além da querida tpm, nenhum santo ajuda a melhorar. e porque eu acabei de lembrar que na verdade eu cortava minha unha bem curtinha não porque eu acabava me arranhando sem querer, mas sim porque quando elas estão grandes dá vontade de cravar na pele de alguém até tirar sangue. incluindo a minha, em surtos de raiva.

[ heaven knows what a girl can do. heaven knows what you've got to prove. i think i'm paranoid and complicated. i think i'm paranoid. manipulate it. bend me, break me anyway you need me all i want is you. bend me, break me. breaking down is easy. all i want is you. i fall down just to give you a thrill. prop me up with another pill. if i should fail, if i should fold. i nailed my faith to the sticking pole. i think i'm paranoid. manipulate it. i think i'm paranoid. and complicated. steal me, deal me, anyway you heal me. maim me, tame me, you can never change me. love me, like me, come ahead and fight me. please me, tease me, go ahead and leave me. bend me. break me. anyway you need me. as long as i want you baby it's all right. ]

e sem explicações depois. obrigada.