The new black

- Say what you really mean.

- I pick her.

- Of course you do.

- I love you, too. But we both know I don't have the balls to free fall through life with you.

- No. You don't.

- At least I made a decision, right? Aren't you proud of me?

- ... Fuck you. Yes. You have made a decision. So here is what it means going forward. You may not come running to me again. Not with your problems. Not with your love. Not with your need or sadness or anger, or even your laundry when it's not specifically your laundry day. You may never come to me again. Ever.


Es que la vida es tan gris sin que me hagas reír...