Every man I’ve ever loved has died.
Including my baby.
Thank you, universe!
So I should be like, Greek tragedy
Turned to stone
Bat crap crazy
But I’m good. I got this. I am fine.
I’m telling you, I’m amazing.
I am saving life’s left to right
I am putting butts in the seats in that OR gallery
People are FIGHTING to hear me lecture
I am entertaining
Joke, joke, joke
I’m a party
I’m handling the dead Derek thing really well.
Except today I yelled at Richard
Who was only trying to invite me for coffee.
And then I went and scored oxy
From this junkie Doctor
I haven’t taken it yet.
But I might.
I know I’m a mess. Who talks too much and feels too much, and I know that it drives you crazy, but that is the one way I know how to stay sober, and every time I try to suck it up and shut up and just be cold and normal, I end up drunk. Or on pills. Or at a funeral. Do you know what it felt like to walk into that trauma room and see you on that table and think to myself, “Great, I did it again. Here comes another funeral”?
Amelia Shepherd, Grey’s Anatomy 12x09, “The Sound of Silence”
«Tu ed io sappiamo che tra noi c'è di più.»
«Non ho più niente da darti. Non volevo ferirti.»
«Non mi ferisci. Ho capito, e chiudiamo qui. Tu non vuoi una cosa seria, vuoi divertirti, vuoi il brivido, lo sballo. Io non ci sto, non mi interessa. La chiudo qui. Ne ho abbastanza.»