"A veces me levanto y me pongo a escribir, a pintar, a hacer cualquier cosa, tengo que dejar algo antes de morirme, siento que no puedo desaparecer y ya. ¿Nunca te paso eso? Quiero ser mas de lo que soy, que alguien se acuerde de mi, no se como explicarlo. No me hagas caso..."

Mentes sin recuerdos

C: Joely?

J: Yeah Tangerine?

C: Am I ugly?

J: Uh-uh.

C: When I was a kid, I thought I was.

I can't believe I'm crying already.

Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter.

So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls.

My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine,

and I keep yelling at her,

"You can't be ugly! Be pretty!"

It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.

J: You're pretty.

C: Joely, don't ever leave me.

J: You're pretty... you're pretty... pretty...