work sucks.

I'm at work, and there's not even one half-alive soul around here..
This place is so dead that I could die and "be dead" for a week or so, and no one would notice.

Saying that makes me feel like I'm giving the impression that I wanna die or somethign stupid like that. Please, don'te get me wrong. I'm happy with my life. I'm working - a lot - making some money, trying to pay my bills and save what's left. So, financially, I'm "o.k.".

Now, if you're talking about love live, that's another story.

I decided that I don't wanna see the girl I'm seeing anymore. Maybe because she annoyies me, maybe because she's immature, maybe because she's not as pretty as I'd like her to be, maybe because her ideals in life are completely different from mine.

Now this is the part that you call me sellfish and a prick. Well, maybe I am. But like I was talking with a friend of mine last night, who likes to speak like a Yoga teacher, there's no reason to keep someone by your side, if the company is unpleasant. Specially in a relationship.

So I guess is farewell to the little lady.