June 8, 2009
She used to like spending time with her, talking about everything; but recently it was becoming more and more difficult, like she wasn't listening. Always on about the new projects, the recent trips to institutions and friends, the parters/lovers/companions, she never knew exactly how to think of them considering the uncertain status of those relationships. Did she not see she was missing out on, that investing in one person, one place, one career was important, that only then you could hope for real happiness? That she needed to focus, stop running after insubstantial ideals, make her life meaningful?