Time

Two months! That’s too much!
I won’t complaint about my job, because I like it too much (and I’m well paid, I think). No, the problem is not my job.
I won’t complaint neither about my home, my girlfriend, my mother, my friends or even my multiple occupations… because they don’t have the guilt …At least, not all the damn guilt.
But I do complaint right now about time. Lifestyle, especially in cities, is too fast at this century. In the middle ages people can’t reach a place in a few minutes, but in some hours, even days. Now you just get into the car, drive a while and you are there faster than a rooster song.
Now the time isn’t enough for nothing. I have to wake up at 7 (and before in sometimes), arrive at my job at 9; work until 5 and go anywhere at 6 or 7. I’m normally in my house at 10 or 11… and I’m going to sleep.

That has been my lifestyle all this time… since January. And I can say ‘well, that’s why I didn’t write all this time.’ But that’s not the truth. I haven’t written because the heavy amount of work. And I’m not complaining about my work (again), I’m complaining about the matter of time.

Well, it’s just an excuse. I’m back again! For the few who read this (you know? I was thinking about maybe nobody read this, but I have a pair of fans over there).