she'slikeme.and.I'msad.

La Ciencia del Sueño:

Stephane: It's not fair. She changed exactly the second I started to like her. It's like a big bang. You know, the first instant, it's very small and then the next nano instant, huge infinite. I wish I could travel back to the time when I didn't find her attractive.
Guy: You should have ask me about that. I'm a professional. She has a really good ass.
Stephane: Shut up, Guy! I thought she was lonely and, and somehow I could help her but... She doesn't need me at all.
Guy: You know, I don't know Stephanie and all, but maybe she has a pattern. She... she doesn't wanna get hurt and by that she's hurting people. And by hurting people she thinks she's not gonna get hurt, ... but she gets hurt.
Stephane: I don't know. I love her because she... she makes things. You know she makes things with her hands. It's as if her synapses was married directly to her fingers, Like this. In this way.
Guy: Yeah, yeah.
Stephane: Man, I wish I could talk to my dad. I miss my father. I, I cannot talk with my mom when I'm sad.

My name is Stephanie!