Dates.

March, 27.

I can't believe how many changes I saw in the last year, even if I'm still waiting for new ones.

One year that I lost Vasco, my last cat. A lost battle against cancer. Just another one.

I will miss you forever, my Heart.

Eight months that I move to Ireland.

Sometimes I just think I've chosen the wrong town, then I look out of the window and I realize that there's no other place I would like to live in.

It's just hard because the town is really small and there are no jobs.

Or, at least, sometimes some comes up, but I ain't got any chances.

I don't want to think that's because I'm a stranger here.

Three days that I disabled my FB account. Lot of things to do now.

I didn't realized how that could affect my life.

I have to admit that now I feel light. So light that I'm not sure I will go to reactivate it.

At last, it was just a virtual life.

Oh, hang on... this one is virtual as well.

Dang!