The end

- Oh well...
- Well what?
- I'm not sure what you expect, but, you know...
- No, I don't, how could I?
- You don't have to...
- You were about to make a point
- It's complicated... you live in Brazil, I live here
- Oh so that's it?
- No, and there's me. I'm selfish and manic.
- You're not selfish and manic, you're just american.
- What?
- I'm sorry, really... seriously I'm gonna jet.  I don't know, but I can't listen to your shit anymore.
- Excuse me?
- Look, be happy, be here, be stuck. Live here with everything that you will ever need, because everything is here in this city.
- No, that's not what I meant...
- I need a man, alright? I need a man that understands what it means to want to be together. A man that gets that this is it. The stories I tell about myself are the leaps I take in life. And whoever wants to be with me needs to be enough of a man to understand that. You clearly are not. You are lazy, you make no efforts, you reply a fucking facebook message and think that's enough. You know what you should learn? Great efforts bring great results and until you're willing to make a real one, you're gonna be living in this shitty self-pitty cycle you call life. Can I go now? Why the fuck am I asking you that? Bye.