Notas da História:

You don't have to read this. My first idea was for me to write this finally down and then send to everyone I had written about. But then, something changed. When I was still writing about them, I realized that I wasn't writing for them. I was writing about them because of me. Because I wanted freedom. Of course I showed this for them, and it was good for a few moments. And then it was not so good anymore. Life is made of thousands and thousands of mistakes, and we have to accept them. It is all about who you're stuck in a room with. I can't change what happened and can't have them back, but I'm glad I was in those rooms.