剛剛看完《The adderall diaries》, 最吸引我的是男主的房子和朋友。一個可以放下一切偽裝的窩，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樣，房子破舊卻有著自己的味道，朋友不離不棄。
東南西北的跑這么多年，現(xiàn)在才明白自己想要什么。可是正因為從12歲開始就四處飄蕩，無法用時間和空間去醞釀不離不棄的友誼，或是固定的社交圈。所以知道了也并沒有什么卵用，或許我就注定了孤獨終老。。。
我想說，讓一個善良的美女孤獨終老合適嘛。。。原諒我的不要臉。。。哈哈。。。
以下是電影臺詞，告誡自己不要活在自己的記憶世界里：
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.
