This is basically the result of reading love comics in the middle of the night but in the end, I inadvetantly come to the same sad conclusion....

I am alone.

A colleague who just finished a gossip round with other colleagues in the backroom apologized to me for leaving me to work by myself. I smiled and said it was ok. That I liked being alone. And when I said that, I knew it was true. I enjoy being alone with my thoughts, to sing the songs in my mind, to work on the stories and to fantasize without considering others. I seem to have lost the lust for life. Not a very happy thing.

Alright... it's late.. I should sleep....