刚刚看完《The adderall diaries》, 最吸引我的是男主的房子和朋友。一个可以放下一切伪装的窝，一些志同道合的朋友。和《我的早更女友》周迅的房子和朋友一样，房子破旧却有着自己的味道，朋友不离不弃。
东南西北的跑这么多年，现在才明白自己想要什么。可是正因为从12岁开始就四处飘荡，无法用时间和空间去酝酿不离不弃的友谊，或是固定的社交圈。所以知道了也并没有什么卵用，或许我就注定了孤独终老。。。
我想说，让一个善良的美女孤独终老合适嘛。。。原谅我的不要脸。。。哈哈。。。
以下是电影台词，告诫自己不要活在自己的记忆世界里：
I've been thinking about these things for a long time.
Wondering where the pieces fit.
Why are we so quick to see memory as unreliable in other people but never in ourselves?
I know I'm guilty of editing.
I think we all are, if we're honest with ourselves.
My father and I have argued for so long over who was the victim and who was the villain, that it never occurred to me to ask myself whether I wanted to be either of those things.
Or which roles I've played in someone else's narrative.
Maybe it's for the best that things fell apart.
I want to cast myself as someone else this time. Someone better.
