-"You´re nothin´but a waste of talent!" She said..
-"You don´t write shit since months, you lazy fuck"!
Then she left.
Now I stare myself in her mirror. I don´t recongnize myself in her eyes. I´m not that.
I will not write about this.
She never reached the real me.
Without her, once again, I feel such a waste.
Maybe that´s my talent.