Doce

My college paper is killing me. I haven’t been able to sleep properly in days, and I haven’t been able to write two pages of everything I need. That job irritates me to the point where I actually consider it more serious to drop out of college.

— Hi, love. - says Carlos, entering the room. He puts his hand on my shoulder and goes to the bathroom.— Okay?

—No, it is not. - I reply, angry, closing the file. — Right is not for me.

— Why do you think that? - Asks Carlos in the bathroom.

— Because I can’t do anything they ask me to do. I find everything boring...- I shout for him to listen. I bite my lips while I think about the idea I had during those days.— I think it’s best to drop out of college.

— What? - asks Carlos, emerging from inside the bathroom and stopping at the door. — Why are you giving up your course?

—Because I don’t think it’s for me… I don’t know… things are getting complicated, and I don’t … I’m not good at it.

—Dahlia. - says Carlos, turning my chair and looking at my