"They found this guy in Maine who had been living completely alone in the woods for thirty years. They called him "The Last True Hermit".
Thirty years without the warmth of human touch, without conversation. The Hermit felt more lonely when he was out in the world then he ever felt in the woods by himself.
Surrounded by people but drowning in solitude. That kind of loneliness can swallow you hole.
That last true Hermit was found and dragged out of hiding and into the world. Most might find his existence sad but the Hermit knew something we didn't. He knew when it come down to it, even when you're with someone, or in a noisy rush of people, it's just you.
The one you can count on and lean on and depend on. It has to be you.
And once you figure that out, that's when being alone becomes a choice." - Grey's Anatomy, season 11, episode 10
Hoje faço das palavras de outrém, as minhas - porque estou com uma dor de cabeça que parece que a mesma vai explodir e espalhar os bocados do meu cérebro pelas paredes do meu quarto; porque estou cansada e amanhã tenho dez horas de trabalho pela frente; porque este último episódio da Anatomia de Grey tocou exactamente no ponto.
(P.S: peço desculpa aos que não são capazes de ler e compreender inglês na sua perfeição)